Husband Spring Poems | Husband Poems About Spring
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My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.
After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.
Copyright © cecil hickman
Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul
Copyright © humble b
No chatter patter
alone in a lonely house
as winter arrives
My thoughts fly to you as you travel afar in distant regions. You still write me letters, though with fewer lines. Yet, they are filled with music for my soul. You took care of all my needs before you left. You even stocked the house with wood for our bonfires in the garden, but of what use are they without you and our little hearts? The wood lies bundled quietly in the store waiting for your hands to untie them.
bring no warmth, I dispel with
such an endeavour
Memories of children and us around our evening fires warms my heart. There was laughter reigning all around. Neighbours heard our peels as loud guffaws climbed over walls and hedges knocking on the windows of friendly neighbours. They smiled at us next day as it cheered their hearts, too.
Scrumptious hot food
jabbering endlessly till
midnight eerie hours
Now when I return from work I unlock an empty home with cold walls . The overhanging roof almost engulf me to madness. I wake up to misty-foggy mornings with the temperatures dipping. I keep myself warm. You were always worried about my health with the seasonal change. The days at work pass by, it is the dark cold evenings that leave me lonelier.
The cold quilts dampen
my lonely spirits further
till eyelids drop
I miss the warmth of your arm as I snuggled closer. It gave me protection and made me feel wanted. Your presence in your office at home made my world complete. Now the chair is lifeless before a clean dusted table. The office that was priceless has lost its value and there is an empty vision in an empty room. It waits for its master.
our nocturnal addiction
is sans aroma
We were a couple of few words but our silent eyes told stories. Quietly we walked down the lake with bird-food in our hands for our migratory guests. The orange shroud of the vanishing sun imprisoned the lake waters lapping the banks. I've stopped going there without you. I read and sometimes sit alone in our barren garden that waits for your return to bloom in springtime
November 18, 2015
Contest: Romantic Poem
Sponsor: Skat A
Copyright © Balveen Cheema