William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

A Gift Desired

A  gift desired

Oh for a true, blissful moment of satisfaction.
A gift from your heart – a life time of gratification
would come on the wings of positive reactions 
to this man, along with intimate communications.

This you would be able to see, with the eyes of your soul,
with the eyes of your heart, if only you cared to know
beyond, which you only see with the eyes in your head,
those eyes you perceive with – from your intellect instead.

For me, Moneca, my Dear, your sweet voice is all I hear
bouncing, ricocheting, echoing off walls far and near
that enclose the empty spaces, enfold the void’s of my life.
Memories of inner beauty, of you cut deep – by the knife,
that is your tongue, is your feelings, your belief, 
your constant statements - from which there is little relief.

B. J. “A” 2
April 13th 2008

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Charlotte Puddifoot March 11, 2013 at 6:40 PM you write with a certain romantic style, though bittersweet there at the end, enjoyed reading tonight :) William J. Jr. Atfield March 11, 2013 at 8:35 PM Thank you Charlotte, for thinking so “ you write with a certain romantic style ” and life, for some of us, is a bittersweet journey, from beginning to its end, unfortunately that seems to be my fate !!, as you will see in the depths of my stuff, should you delve into it . “ In A Hotel Room ” just knocks me out and gives me reason to rethink, what am I doing ??? B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )