I Love You Like Winter

I Love You Like Winter

 

I love you with the grace, the charm
and the magic winter brings as I wonder and ponder over “what ifs” and “maybes”

I love you with all the strength of the cuddle, the hug and the passionate embrace I need
on an exciting winter afternoon

I love you with the joy, the smile, and the laughter winter brings as I sip from a cup of hot fudgy chocolate

I love you as I smile sweetly watching snowflakes on my window pane slowly melting, turning into droplets of water

I love you, as I think of you writing this winter poem, so baby, hold my hand and maybe, just maybe we’ll have a happy winter get away someday

 

For Eugi’s weekly prompt – winter
https://amanpan.com/2021/02/04/eugis-weekly-prompt-winter-february-4-2021/

 

Also inspired by Val’s post – Looking Chilled To The Bone (twas a feast for my romantic heart) https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/02/03/looking-chilled-to-the-bone/

Tell Me

12th in the series of “tell me your song, i’ll write you a poem”

Tell Me

the roses are dead
their brown petals are curling and stiff
with stems and leaves drooped
and they look so lonely
and sad in the middle
of the garden
with grass in yellow brown
as rubble blows down
like autum leaves free falling,
helplessly to nowhere
and I, can’t help but wonder
‘cos it sure feels like that
when you’re gone


the little bird is dying
lying upside down on the ground,
wings flapping, struggling to get up
she is beautiful
she is immaculate
her eyes close
her beak open
in a final silent call,
then shut
the quiet presence of death
my heart aches
and I, can’t help but wonder
‘cos it sure feels like that
when you’re gone

I will be like the dying roses
I will be like the dying little bird
I will be witnessing the quiet presence of death
for it sure feels like that
when you’re gone

so spare me my quiet death my dear
and tell me, tell me, oh please tell me
how do i live without you?


How Do I Live Without You – Trisha Yearwood
For a wonderful baker, teacher and writer

I Should Have Kissed You Mine

11th in the series of “tell me your song, i’ll write you a poem”

 

 


I Should Have Kissed You Mine


I never realized love could hurt so much
until I saw you walk away
it hurt so much ‘cos I was too proud, too proud to tell you I love you, I just kissed you without saying a word
I thought that kiss should have sealed the deal, instead it broke us apart
I should have poured my heart out, instead of pretending ’twas nothing
I should have said I love you, instead of letting you go


and when friends asked about you I pretended to be happy
but truth is, just the mere mention of your name broke me into pieces, shattered me
and there is nothing I can do, but just think of you and what to do with a life without you
‘cos when I think of you, I think of the day I let you go
I let you go without fighting a good damn fight
I should have said I love you, instead of letting you go

and it may be too late to say, but i’ll say it anyway
I am sorry for kissing you without telling you why
I am sorry for letting you walk away instead of stopping you
I am sorry for giving up on you without even trying
I am sorry, I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

now I am too late, too late a hero, so to say
how could i let it happen so fast?
I waited, yes, just waited, I thought waiting was enough
I thought waiting will make you come back
I thought waiting will be my only chance to finally tell you how I feel
but baby waiting wasn’t enough
I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

I should have kissed you mine, instead of kissing you goodbye
I should have asked you out, but I did not,
I was too young, too dumb to make the bold move, too silly to take the big leap
I should have loved you when you were with me
I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

 

When I Was Your Man- Bruno Mars
For a follower – may you find comfort and love reading each verse

Wolf Moon


when the wolf moon
is out somewhere
and the sun is yet to shine
I look at the night sky
wondering
and
hoping
that we are both
wishing upon
the same star
chanting the same wish
for baby,
trust me when i say
I love you to the moon and back


For Eugi’s weekly prompt
https://amanpan.com/2021/01/21/eugis-weekly-prompt-wolf-moon-january-28-2021/

My Baby Blue Eyes


7th in the series of ” tell me your song, i’ll write you a poem”


My Baby Blue Eyes


I was a small town girl with big dreams in store,
a small town girl with looks entirely different from yours,
and in a game of probability,
what were the odds
that i would have you, my baby blue eyes?
chances are, it’s one in a million
and i might not have even been part of that one million

for there are over a hundred million beautiful women in the planet who I knew then for sure existed,
and in that over a hundred million beautiful women, I might not have even been part of it yet,
as I literally lived on the other side of your world, and in a game of probability,
what were the odds
that i would have you , my baby blue eyes?

but by some universal powers, we did not just meet, we fell in love
and not just fell in love, we fell hopelessly, romantically, deeply in love, and
the moment, the moment you laid your blue eyes on mine, my world stopped,
my heart fluttered, my mind went crazy
I knew then it was you, it was you
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with

it wasn’t easy though, as some foolish people tried to break us apart
maybe because of your totally amazing blue eyes, or it could also be my total brown eyes, they said we were diffirent
of course we are, there’s no denying
but our differences made us completely
compatible, amazing how we could be
different yet the same

its been many years, my love, and in those many years we’ve witnessed the growth of our love, our love that has become stronger each passing day,
and i can’t help but wonder,
did the universe conspire for us to be together?
or were we concieved and born for each other?

my love, the answer lies in the eyes of
two beautiful halves, two souls, two lives
born out of love, of two different people
from two different worlds apart
joined by fate, by destiny, by love
or maybe, yes maybe we were indeed
really born for each other

for that, I thank God for the day we were born for each other

Born for You- David Pomeranz
For Jen and Jon

Shape Of My Heart

Shape of My Heart


in your arms,
in your loving arms
lie the shape of my heart
my heart, my heart, my love
is all that I ever have that says of how much
how much I love you, the core of my emotion, of my affection

in your touch
in your tender endearing touch
rests the shape of my heart
my heart, my heart, my love
that bears witness to all my affliction and sorrow,
for when you touch me, I know
that touch belongs to someone else
and those endearment is nothing but temporary

in your eyes
in your affectionate eyes
depend on the shape of my heart
my heart, my heart, my love
that holds the secrets of my soul
and the silenced voices of my thoughts
may your eyes hear the agony of my heart

in your love, lies
the shape of my heart

For Kate’s Friday – Fun

https://aroused.blog/2021/01/23/friday-fun-shapes/

Vessels of Love

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

couple it with roses and chocolates, makes love

so endearing, so sweet

so charming, so honest

so pure, so passionate

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

sent through the post office or via a good old friend

pair it with special instructions

not to open nor to drop

and take extra care ’till you get

makes love exceptional and oh, so real

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

but ours my dear, were never sent through

the post office or via a good old friend

ours was written and sent right in

the comfort of an old ugly bench

the solitary observer of our love

right there and then

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

we exchanged verses of love

those verses of love, we later realized

were the single lonesome spectator

of our blissful love, yet unspoken

bleeding through my pen and paper

shattering between your replies

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

and who would have thought our love would ever endure

amongst the pages of wringing papers

and in between soaking lines

your passion to love is what kept it alive

and my desire to be loved is what kept it thriving

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

and who would have thought our love would ever endure

the birth of emails and smart phones

facebook and instagram

these brand new lonesome spectators

of our blissful love

for Sadje’s WDY https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/01/18/what-do-you-see-65-january-18-2021/

Kiss

and I wonder
as I look at you
standing tall and steady
looking gorgeous as ever
what have I done to merit
your mere presence
in my life
I must have been so good
before this lifetime,
they say what we are now
is because of what
we were
before
it feels like a touch of heaven
is right beside me
a little heaven on earth
when you are with me
and if I am to live my life again
I’ll make sure I find you
in another lifetime,
in another universe
I promise for sure

I snapped

suddenly

I feel

the warmest
the sweetest
kiss
ever

your lips on mine

you were standing

I was in awe

For Sadje’s WDY

I Love You, At First – Poetry Reading

Alfred Lord Tennyson, said “’tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”. Although romantic regret can be difficult to handle, it also teaches and helps us shape the way we handle relationships and the way we deal with love and the act of loving itself.

And though it is indeed better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, yet, I tell you nothing beats the joy of being loved in return.

So, indulge yourself as you listen to how true love can endure the test of time.

Have a wonderful and blessed Christmas everyone.

Keep the love alive!!!

And When The Sun Sets

come
let’s go off
wander
upon the meadow
by the horizon
hold my hand
as we watch the sun
sets beautifully
in raging hot orange
to a soothing, calming
pinkish to light yellow hue
let me lay my head on your
shoulder, rest, my weary heart

would it be so perfect
to be with you, in your loving arms
in communion and harmony
with the rhythm of nature?

just me, you,
and the sun setting

for Kate’s Friday -Fun
https://aroused.blog/2020/12/12/friday-fun-camping/