Ah but to steal a genuine moment And immerse in it With your succulent mixture of fine wine and daring apparition of sunlight After dark when the city sleeps And our love comes alive This is present and futuristic you And I love that it’s mine too
Category: Hope
The romantic dance of words
The Romantic Dance of Words The sonnets string together as pearls The words create a melody Each line a touch upon her lips Each stanza a kiss They sway in this slow dance, the poet and his muse From the heart flows forth the words Into her lungs, she inhales their sweetness Slowly she lets…
Love from the heart
Love from the heart Love cannot be forced or cajoled The use of skulduggery or trickery to win the heart Never results in returned love of the soul We abuse, we lose; But like the dew on the lawn That gathers at dawn Under a rising sun’s mischievous grin If we love from the heart,…
The hope even in goodbyes
The hope even in goodbyes A cool night of gentle breezes teases your hair And you fix your hair shyly And you stare back into my eyes And tears are held back Knowing I must go I hold you There on Platform 2 Steam from the train sprays under the wheelset Like a tired sigh…
The Romantic Gardener 