THE
MOON
Touched
by her lover's gentle caresses,
Though always distant from his regal
place
And away from the affection he
expresses,
She still shines with his strength and
grace.
Fate
had so decreed that their relation
Be one where the twain shall never
meet
And despite their mutual love and
adoration
In separate, distant quarters, they
sleep.
As
he rises, refreshed, for the daily
work
She retires from the work already done
And the cycle never changes, a cruel
quirk
That forbids them from becoming
one.
And
her silent cry shall go on forever
As she has done so from the very
start.
She hides her pain knowing she'll
never
Hold him close to her aching
heart.
--
Submitted by Vic Fenton
from Empangeni, South Africa
e-mail: mwfenton@iafrica.com
GIFTS
OF LOVE
On
this our Wedding Day,
I bring to My Beloved:
The warmth of summer's sun,
the moon and stars above
The
morning and the noon,
a sunset veiled in gold
A treasure chest of dreams,
blessed memories to hold
The
laughter of a brook,
a vintage ripe to eat
The perfume of a rose...
I lay before thy feet
To
woo thy heart with song--
the ballad of a dove
Above our pillowed slumber
to rhymes of cherished love
In
sickness and in health,
I pledge with heart so true
The gift of each tomorrow
where love begins anew
In
vows taken reverently
and sealed with Heaven's kiss
We're destined to foreverness
of matrimonial bliss.
©
2002 MaLadysPoetry.com
--
Submitted by MaLady from Augusta, GA
e-mail:
MaLady@MaLadysPoetry.com
You
And Me
You.
You stand there.
Why?
Why do you stand there?
Talk.
Talk to me while you stand there.
Be.
Be with me while you stand there.
And.
And most of all.
Love.
Love me while you stand there.
--
Submitted by Tania Holly Arakelian
from La Verne, CA
e-mail: Tan571@aol.com
ALWAYS
I
sit alone
Await the hour
My love has grown
I've shown its' power
A
night of love,
A night of hugs,
A kiss from an angel,
That appeared from above
To
be or not to be,
Is that the question
I never knew love,
Until you taught me the lesson,
For
if we part,
You'll know not long,
I miss you now,
And your're in my arms,
--
Submitted by Kenneth Grant
from Columbia, MD
e-mail: kboogie88@hotmail.com
IN
RETROSPECT
A
life unusually optimistic
Good things recalled not the bad
The powerful impressions
of negative situations
Usually recalled as the norm.
Seems
like a usual pattern
Breaking things down overanalyzing
I might want to finally spend
More time on the simplistic
side.
Even
on the bad days
Breaking things down coolly
You always seem to know so tenderly
The right things to recall and
find.
Hot
and heavy positive emotions
I'll give you more than everything in
kind
The critical things,
the important things
I'll embrace you for
as long as eternity will find.
Love
needs no verbal reply
In detailed retrospect, I find
The right things to say remain unsaid
All I need is your sweet
imagery in my mind.
©D.S.
2002
--
Submitted by David Soriano
from Bradford, PA
e-mail: soriano@pitt.edu
People
ask me what I think
of Heaven and I say
I'm not too sure
I know it's pure
and better than today
But
since you've come into my life
I'm wanting something new
The love that has designed my soul
is beautiful with you
And
sunsets, although pink
have filled my soul again
My dreams have found serenity
My love - where have you been?
Your
smile fills my mind
Your voice, it stills my heart
And so to explain it,
I don't know where to start
So
my answer to their question..
My heaven: Love that's true.
I only smile,
Cuz all the while,
I know, my Love, it's you.
--
Submitted by Raquel Elizabeth Schmidt
from Rice, MN
e-mail: JRALSTRUP@MSN.COM
With
a voice so sweet
and words so tender
You sing me a song
that I'll always remember
As
I watch you sway
your shoulders so slight
Your eyes closed softly
to block out the light
I
fight back the tears
as your loving words flow free
Strumming the notes that were
made just for me
I
could never feel more special
I could never feel more loved
As you put me on a pedestal
And raise my heart above
Thank
you for making me
see all you see
With your beautiful gift of music
That you have given to me
--
Submitted by Kim Risuglia
from Lindenhurst, NY
e-mail: aenimanix2@aol.com
IF
I WERE A POET
If
I were a poet, I would
wrap you in my words,
Roll you off my tongue
with my soothing voice,
Meet your every desire with
the motion of my pen,
Making your heart race
every now and then;
If
I were a poet, you would
be my only passion,
My inspiration in a world that,
to me, is gone;
If I were a poet, with you
as my one and only love,
I would lower to my knees daily
and thank the lord above;
And
if I were truly a poet, I would
swim through your deep oceans,
Speak of all the wonders I see
in the calming darkness of your eyes,
And if I could find the words to
describe my feelings for you,
I could tell of the way my passion
strongly flows - so true.
--
Submitted by Erica Simpson
from Martinsville, IN
e-mail: crazyrae2@yahoo.com
