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I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain
Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain
Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain
Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain
If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain
* Power or Force
It’s twilight time; we’re lying on the sand
Beneath a splendid sky, limbs intertwined.
I only have to close my eyes and then
I’m taken to this place inside my mind.
The scent of you, your breath upon my cheek,
The whisper of your eyelashes on mine;
The long and tender kiss that leaves me weak.
I’m taken to a place that is divine!
But you are far away. . . I don’t know where.
I know my fantasies cannot come true.
yet never have I ceased imagining
Since being taken hopelessly with you.
For Black Eyed Susan's Contest "Taken"
My heart is set in love for thee
I sha'nt be satisfied
Until thou come along with me
The swells of life to ride
My heart is set upon thy face
So lovely, so sublime
Could I but drink thy charming grace
'Twould end my earthly time
My heart is fixed on that of thee
I find it ever true
I would thy servant gladly be
If serve I could for you
My heart is fixed upon thy voice
With silver tones and clear
To hear it oft would be my choice
Throughout my ev'ry year
My heart is set upon thy smile
Upon thy sparkling eyes
For thee I'd walk the extra mile
And comfort all thy sighs
In all, my heart is wholly placed
Within thy tender hands
To hold or break as well thou say'st
Upon life's shifting sands
~ 188.8.131.52 metre- ABAB rhyme- Iambic rhythm ~
I beg him for a kiss
As he heads out to the door
I’m crushed by his response
“We’re not teens anymore
It’s been twenty years
Why don’t you act your age?”
And I’m left to wonder
Am I a fool or sage?
Does romance have a life span?
Does it vanish with passing years?
Am I a hopeless fool
For romance to flow in tears?
Does romance touch a heart
Only once or twice through life?
Is it only a welcomed guest
When you’re a young and pretty wife?
Then I must be a fool
For romance is the air
It’s in the pretty flowers
Oh, I see it everywhere
It’s when I look around me
And revel in nature’s hue
It’s when my heart will burst
When making love so true
I am simply dipped in romance
From my head down to my toes
It rains down from the sky
When I point up the garden hose
It whispers in the wind
That flirts with me at night
It’s in the flickering glow
That lights up a love filled night
I breathe in romance daily
From scented candles in my room
It’s in each line of the books
That make me sigh and swoon
He says I overdo it
And it just makes my heart bleed
Romance is what I thrive on
It’s an ever present need
I guess I’m just a fool
For romance fills my head
But take that away from me
And I might as well be dead.
For Kim Morrison's Contest
May 23, 2013
O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?
I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.
O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.
~Christopher Thor Britt
"Playing With Fire"
The heat of the fireplace
enhances the spark,
we know our love
will not fade in the dark.
We kissed amongst
your presence alone
brightened my midnight.
Nothing can extinguish
your warming touch,
a lasting impression
that meant so much.
Bound to be burned
As we played with fire,
we could not resist
and gave in to desire.
This kind of scorch
I was lucky to find,
and neither of us
ever seemed to mind.
We were both engulfed
by passion's flame,
and we only have
each other to blame.
November, 20th, 2013
A true-love gone to tears,
As lost-love came to be.
Sandy writes her heart out,
Through her love of poetry.
Her ex and her children,
Moved to a different state.
When left all alone it caused,
Her aching heart to break.
With a flood of memories,
Of the past and all its’ hurts.
She embedded all her pain,
In the stanzas of her work.
Her heart channeled through,
The writings of her pen.
Describing the life of love,
That she was living in.
She had found true-love,
But the love did not last.
Sandy Schermerhorn loves,
Writing the romantic past.
Dedicated to Sandy Shermerhorn,
for her constant support and her
love of romantic poetry.
Lovebirds sing a duet up in the clouds
tulips pucker up to kiss the butterflies,
I am surrounded here by serene beauty
with the tears of heaven in my eyes.
Where bright rainbows never fade away
and stars twinkle in the moonbeams,
yet, what is all of this beauty worth
if there is no one to share my dreams.
Still, you shall find me there someday
and maybe want to stay for awhile,
making sure that my tears in heaven
accompany only laughter and a smile.
Her eyes are a sparkling dew inspired shade
So blue they mist with a passionate side
They stare with a loving glace on my face
Gorgeous, tender eyes, ones that come and slide
She looks at my body, a lustful sight
Brings my heart to a boil all sinful like
The love we have is our stare together
Our passion is smart, two as one alike
There’s an alarming feeling of grandeur
Kindness is a part of our lives so free
Romanticism brings delight to mind
Our sweet hearts are bringing intimacy
We hold hands together, symbol of love
Our kiss is fire, a mission of passion
Intrigue finds its way back into our hearts
Returning a love which is for certain
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Echoes Of The Heart" contest
A delicate face, soft and white it glows
Eyes of passion exist, planted on her
She lives with supple pink lips, made to kiss
No way would I ever come and suffer
She doesn’t have an obvious nose, it’s small
Her small hands do run smoothly down her face
An influence to my heart is expressed
She moves on with a good amount of grace
I always desire to kiss those sweet lips
My finger runs down these lips of glory
Down to the perfectly formed lovely chin
Where there are tales of a romance story
There are moments when her eyes flash with pride
And her hair blends in with her rare beauty
The whole package is wonderful and true
I will forever love her, my lady
Entered into FRANK H.'s "WORD PORTRAIT" contest