You Took My Breath Away
You were not the most beautiful girl there,
But your eyes were expressive and deep.
I did not hang on every word you spoke,
But inside I made promises to keep.
Somehow in those first magic moments
My world stopped and you took my breath away.
Your eyes, your hair, your sparkling smile,
Each silently dared me to dance and stay.
In your presence the crowd no longer existed.
You had changed my point of view.
I turned around and blinked my eyes
But all I could see was you.
No longer alone even in my dreams
You were always by my side.
Together we shared our new world
Your love filled me with pride.
Your mind was on something else,
But not on our love each day.
I thought we’d love forever,
Long after we turned old and gray.
You smiled and said you felt great,
And you insisted you always will,
You looked so serene and so sure,
It’s strange your heart stopped still.
Each day you took my breath away,
But you never shared your pain.
And I still love you with all I have,
But I may never breathe again.
- Sparkle. (happykind.wordpress.com)
- Their Last First Kiss (lawrencepearce.wordpress.com)
- This moment had come.. (itbeginswithaverse.wordpress.com)
- miles for the passion of a smile (writingsingray.wordpress.com)
- My love you are my destiny (anasahmed.wordpress.com)
- And breathe……. (yogalurve.wordpress.com)
- Angelicus Vigilem (opusangelicus.com)
- Loved (mlbk7.wordpress.com)
- You are a Child Of the Kingdom of Love (illuminations2012.wordpress.com)
Let’s talk about how we feel
Because life is very real.
One day things will change,
And I’ll visit no more.
Remember the early years
When you came home and
Wanted to talk about your day?
I just wanted to sit and be quiet.
We compromised and I listened.
You cooked and I washed dishes.
I worked on the house and built a barn.
You took care of our household needs.
We were early to bed and early to rise.
Remember the years we shared,
The children we raised,
As time flashed by
And the home that was blessed?
Remember how we cherished each day
As we fought our diseases alone and together,
Sharing our pain and our love?
Do you remember all that, love?
I really miss you.
I’ve learned to talk while you listen.
Time passes slowly
And I wait patiently
For the moment
When we’re together again.
- Why won’t you talk to me? (sheilacioustreehouse.wordpress.com)
- World happiness, anyone? (blowingoutthecandles.wordpress.com)
- Caring Is Sharing – Repost – Time Traveler (sheilamariegrimes.com)
Me, My Wife, and the Other Guy
We sat at a table, the three of us,
Me, my wife, and the other guy,
Conversation flowed for awhile,
But neither could look me in the eye.
The place I sat was bypassed,
As words zipped and darted,
Like little birds flying to nests.
From time to time they would
Stop to consider and take a rest.
Both were annoyed that I remained,
And could find nothing else to do.
Joining in was out of the question,
Therefore I could do nothing but stew.
Her eyes bubbled over with images of him,
While his eyes were hooded and cold.
He wanted to do more than talk,
He waited to be reckless and bold.
Calmly I lifted my empty glass
And pretended to take a sip of my juice.
One false word, one slight misstep,
And surely all hell would break loose.
I studied the two in their interlocking worlds,
And decided I didn’t want to be there.
Fifteen years of married bliss,
And now she no longer cared.
Out the door and into the night,
Although I had no real place to go,
My heart was aching, my marriage breaking,
Life had dealt me a terrible blow.
With each heavy step from my house,
I reassured my shredded heart.
The future was cloudy and unknown,
But it was time for a brand new start.
I contained my anger and let it go
Without even raising my voice,
They had each other and I walked away.
For me it was the wisest choice.
- Love Changed Me (danroberson.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: Cupid’s Arrow (theevolvingdad.wordpress.com)
- My Wife, My Friend, My Help Mate…My Love | What Men Tend To Forget… (davidboozer.com)
- A Love Letter to My Children (thedailysisterhood.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Kiss (jlroeder.wordpress.com)
- Sunday Scripture – Kiss (katharinetrauger.wordpress.com)
I’ll Choose to Burn the Ice Away
Why is it so hard to love you?
My cold heart snuffs the flames.
I want to respond with tenderness and love,
And call you sweeter names.
Why do I let the storm win out?
My blood rushes to my ears.
I want to demonstrate my love for you,
And gently wash away your tears.
Why do I disregard the condition of my heart?
My priorities have always come first.
I want to show you how important you are,
And satisfy love’s growing thirst.
Why do I wait to prove my love is true?
My motivation to love has been weak.
Yet I’m still the man you chose to wed,
I can give you the romance you seek.
I’m tired of the excuses I make.
My love lies dormant inside.
I’ll choose to lead my heart back home,
And forget my foolish pride.
I will choose to think good things of you.
Sparks of romance will turn to flames.
I’ll be thoughtful and you’ll feel loved.
Our love will never be the same.
I’ll wake in the morning with thoughts of you.
My warmth will seek you out.
And all the questions I once had,
Love will erase each and every doubt.
If you, too, choose to stir the embers,
The flames will reach the sky.
For love that learns to burn again,
Will grow sweeter as time goes by.
- Internal Fire (anthonyhellmann.wordpress.com)
- The words “I love you” (abbylimov.wordpress.com)
- Love (wandadsavage.wordpress.com)
- “Love is what w… (creativegrowthyoga.com)
- What Is This Thing Called Love? (danroberson.wordpress.com)
We were sitting at a table waiting for our food, bored with each other, wishing time would go faster and we could each go our own way. That’s when the singer appeared. I didn’t get her name nor do I remember the song. Later I asked about her but everyone claimed she was a stranger and they had never seen her before.
Her song was one of happiness.
She sang and my eyes filled with tears.
Memories came flooding back,
Forgotten after all these years.
She sang of love’s precious moments,
She was grateful for all that were shared.
Her music was filled with laughter,
Like our lives when we both still cared.
From the first date our relationship,
Was built on friendship and trust,
Communication, mutual attraction,
And, of course, a little bit of lust.
The first years were celebrations,
Encouraged by relatives and friends,
Our love was pure and magical,
We were sure it would never end.
The singer’s song changed to what was lost,
And I was filled with sadness again,
The feelings we had were gone for good,
There were too many wounds to mend.
Love might have been an overrated emotion,
But the singer said love was still worth giving.
It hurt when a relationship was torn apart,
But without love, life was not worth living.
Although I felt a sadness deep inside,
I would celebrate those years we began as one,
For those experiences were rich with love,
When our lives together had just begun.
Happiness and sadness blended as she sang,
And created a new song to heal our hearts.
All we had loved and our lessons learned,
Became the beginnings of a brand new start.
- Tom Fletcher Sang Wedding Speech (contactmusic.com)
- Rafi sang great songs without technological support, says Big B (vancouverdesi.com)
- Christina Aguilera: Trevin Hunte Sang It Better Than Me! (justjared.com)
What is This Thing Called Love
What is this thing called love
That rips and tears at my heart?
Knowing how much love hurts me,
Why did I allow love to start?
Yet what is loneliness but a need for love
A void that cries to be filled?
An absence of love that teases in dreams
A restlessness that longs to be stilled?
Why do I have tears late at night
Endlessly flowing down my cheeks?
Is it because I’m desperate for love
And for the companionship my heart seeks?
When will romance come my way
Giving me a brand new start?
I don’t want to see a barren world
With no connections to my heart.
How do I find the one for me
Who waits for a heart like mine?
Where will I discover what is true
And find that new love divine?
I’ll wait and hope for ages yet,
I know she is somewhere near.
Soon she’ll be within my arms
Where I keep things I hold dear.
What is this thing called love?
No answer will suffice.
For it seems to be a combination
Of flames, sacrifice, and ice.
- Crazy Little Thing Called Love (thedivineedge.wordpress.com)
- 所谓的爱/That So Called Thing Named Love (astephz.wordpress.com)
I thought I was a hammer made of steel,
But she softened my heart and made me feel,
I was a restless knight riding a spirited steed,
But she quenched my fires and fulfilled my needs.
Gentle as the mist drifting in from the sea,
Uncontrollable as a flooding river, she’s wild and free,
Cleansing as the rain, freefalling from the sky,
She’s constantly changing; I’m a lucky guy.
Warm as the sunshine splashing across the land,
Teasing with kisses, the kind I understand,
Calm even in a storm, helping those in need,
She’s right there beside me; I’m lucky indeed.
Straight as a road that guides me on my way,
She is the love I’ve been seeking until today,
Bringing a fire that rages deep inside,
I am a lucky man and very satisfied.
- Get Lucky (howsyourlovelife.wordpress.com)
- Lucky to have a job (dailykos.com)
- Confusing lucky with good (sethgodin.typepad.com)
- Lucky vs hard working (measuresconsulting.wordpress.com)
My son, the time for choosing friends is ripe,
First, you can tell a tiger by its stripes.
A friend can fool you when he growls or talks.
You can discover more by the path he walks.
Others will know you by the friends you choose.
If you don’t pick winners, someday you’ll lose.
If a friend observes danger but pretends he’s blind,
You would be wise if another friend you’d find.
A friend will always tell what is true,
Even when the truth might hurt you.
A friend is there to watch your back,
And he will reason with you if wisdom you lack.
A friend will help when there’s nothing to gain.
A friend will listen and share your pain.
He’ll be there always even unto death.
But a fair weather friend has wasted your breath.
If he doesn’t want you to be better, he’s not a true friend.
Like a drowning swimmer, he’ll pull you down at the end.
Someone who always flatters you has a concealed goal.
He’s shallow and self-serving and playing a role.
Beware if he’s not loyal all the way through.
He’ll sell you out and then desert you.
A friend is there all life to share.
So choose wisely, son, a true friend is rare.
My son, as for girls, your future is bright.
You’ll find contentment if you treat one right.
A girl needs thoughts of love to fill her day.
If she has love she has less reason to stray.
A girl’s world is different from the one you know.
Relationships and emotions help her bloom and grow.
Look in her eyes each and every day.
Her feelings are important. Listen to what she has to say.
Don’t be afraid to show a little romance.
Hold her in the moonlight and laugh and dance.
Your thoughts will remain positive, son,
If you count your blessings one by one.
Tell her she’s beautiful and just what you need,
Then it’s like dancing and you’ll have to lead.
Don’t look for things she might do wrong.
Mention what she does right. Then move along.
There will be days when your cup is half full.
Choose to be positive and life won’t get dull.
Surprise her with flowers, whether picked or bought.
Keep your romance smoldering and the flames hot.
Kiss her each night before you sleep.
A kiss will remind her your love is deep.
Whisper sweet words as you hold her near.
And the wisest of all, son, always be sincere.
- Discovering Wisdom (3sharedpaths.com)
- Words of Wisdom (soulwritings.wordpress.com)
- WiSdOm In A wOrD? (iamthemockingbird.wordpress.com)
- Words of Wisdom-Surviving Winter Depression. (aarhusblog.com)
- Mother Teresa’s words of wisdom (republicmainstreet.wordpress.com)
Life’s Mirror Is a Friend or Two
“You’re incompetent!” he screamed as he sat in his chair,
But, oh, how he wished that mirror wasn’t there.
He wanted to look regal perched on a throne,
But that was impossible when his friends were gone.
Tears splashed down his cheeks
As he stared up into the sky,
“How can my friends show respect
To such a fool as I?
Throughout my life there was much,
I wanted to say and do,
I wanted to be a good Samaritan,
I’d help someone, it didn’t matter who.
I thought I’d take trips to exotic places
But I chose to work instead,
By then I had a growing family,
and the children needed bread.
How can I prove I’m a cultured man?
I haven’t traveled very far,
All my knowledge is about small town folks,
I never claimed to be a star.
I thought I’d try to be an example
Of how a man should be,
But I’ve failed every time with even my best,
Because all you get is me.”
He had been confessing to a mirror,
That he’d failed every worldly task,
“What’s wrong?” I ventured through the open door,
Yet I had no need to ask,
The old man was surprised to see someone he knew,
I considered myself a friend,
“I’ve been listening for quite some time,
Your self pity needs to end.
You’ve raised five kids all alone,
You took that burden in stride,
I don’t know about the rest of your friends,
But I think of you with pride.
You coached several teams in summer leagues,
You taught some kids to drive,
You were there to greet strangers,
When they were anxious and newly arrived.
You helped families who lost their homes,
Or anyone out of luck,
Even when you were stretched real thin,
Somehow you found a few bucks.
You might think you did things wrong,
I think you did things right,
There’s a crowd gathering in the dark,
Could I welcome them in with the light?”
One single line came through the door
and seemed to stretch for miles.
Each person had something good to say,
and ended their comments with a smile.
“We wanted you to know we learned from you,
We always knew your love was wide.
All the love we have for you
We can no longer keep inside.”
The old man’s eyes grew large and dark,
He glanced around the hall,
“Thank you, my friends, for loving me,
For you know I love you all.”
He shook the hands of all and each,
It filled his heart with pride,
Then because he had been deeply touched,
He lowered his head and cried.
- Mirrors of your Life!! (awestuffs.wordpress.com)
- the mirror moment (abreakfastserial.com)
- Mirrors Deny Their Reflection (inkedpen.wordpress.com)
- A Mirror (meandtheboss2012.wordpress.com)
One evening as I went for my daily walk,
I heard a woman giving a mother-daughter talk,
“Daughter, are you feeling love, or is it simply lust?”
Does he inspire confidence, and build your trust?
His morals are crude, and a little bit shoddy,
He only wants you for your body,”
“He told me if I loved him I would submit,
To show my love, I’d just do it,
I said if he loved me, he’d not ask,
Love is not selfish, nor is it a task,
When his lust is over, will he remain?
Is it my heart he wants to retain?
In this day and age should I just let go,
Or should I be firm and just say no?”
“Daughter, you might think everything is clear,
But the danger is when he is holding you near,
With love and lust you might get confused,
Neither is right if you feel used,
Lust is like a moth circling a flame,
Ending in tragedy, always the same,
All for a few sweaty moments in time,
Nothing permanent, no reason or rhyme,”
“But, mother, I still don’t understand,
How will I recognize if he’s the right man?”
“Oh, daughter, there is so much to learn,
Lust is a flame that will usually burn,
Temporary passion shared in the night,
It’s a feeling that hides at dawn’s first light,
Lust turns on, then turns off the light,
While love continues burning bright,”
“But, mother, my friends insist,
That if it feels good, I shouldn’t resist,”
There were things I wished to say,
Yet if I spoke I’d be in their way,
I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,
But this was too interesting to just stop,
I thought, “Love and lust, both four letter words,
One is the sweetest word ever heard,
‘I love you,’ urges the heart to sing,
While ‘I lust you,’ doesn’t mean a thing,”
Her mother continued telling her straight,
“If you’re not careful, it’ll be too late,
Lust is the sparkle in Fool’s Gold,
Love is the real nugget we can hold,
Lust makes you feel a momentary glow,
But where does that moment go?”
“But, mother,” her daughter sighed,
“Aren’t they much the same if nobody lied?
My boyfriend says that if we care,
We’d be willing for our bodies to share,”
“Daughter, I don’t think you understand me well,
Lust and love are different, like peanut and shell,
Love seeks happiness for both to share,
And it risks showing a heart that cares,
Love is not for a rowdy night or two,
It’s a commitment for a whole life through,”
I wanted to comment but I said under my breath,
“Love means forever, forever till death,
Lust seeks perfection of the outer skin,
While love finds qualities that reside within,”
Her daughter answered that she understood,
“Thank you, Mother, you taught me good,”
“Write a list down before you go,
Then you’ll remember what you should know,
Lust is as temporary as the weather,
Love lasts seasons as you grow together,
Lust fades and washes away in the rain,
Love shares pleasures and feels your pain,”
There were more things she could have said,
So I kept those truths in my head,
“Love thrives when things get tight,
Lust hides when things aren’t right,
Lust is shallow rather than deep,
No one worries about promises to keep,”
“Mother, dear, it’s all so clear,
That a man might want to hold and touch,
Yet there’s one thing I don’t know,
About lust, how do you know so much?”
“Daughter, that’s a good question,
To ask it makes you look wise,
The information is certainly true,
I learned it from some older guys,”
“Mother, is it also true,
That women love and men lust?
Are men always in a hurry,
Afraid their bodies might rust?”
“Daughter, women are like charcoal,
Smoldering until they’re ash,
While men are thin paper,
Burning up in a flash,
Men and women are different,
And love and lust aren’t the same,
Yet both are very important,
If you’re playing the game,”
The daughter didn’t seem satisfied,
She still had some doubts,
The only way for her to be sure,
Was to check it all out,
I continued my walk, then home to bed,
With still more thoughts left unsaid,
“Love grows roots that anchor down,
And keep relationships on solid ground,
Love says no one else will do,
While lust is just about satisfying you,”
I was curious to see if the daughter held true,
And choose love over whatever would ensue,
That’s a choice only she could make,
Love or lust, and the path she would take,
There’s a time for love and a time for lust,
Sometimes both simultaneously exist,
For me lust was a fire difficult to control,
Once I had been kissed,
The daughter eventually became my lover,
And she spiced up my life,
The fires inside still burn strong,
I’m glad she is my wife.
- In Defense of Lust (An Essay, and Polemic) (bigthink.com)
- Love vs. Lust (and the Brain) (bigthink.com)
- In Just (keytomylockloveletters.wordpress.com)
- Love or Lust … (kattermonran.com)
- A Little Response Poem 4 Brain in a Jar (shafiqah1.wordpress.com)
- Of Love And Lust (salmanlatif.wordpress.com)