Lin Lane Poet Romanticism

Deprived of Love

She looks at him and whispers, "I'm afraid of falling."
     He smiles at her and replies, "I'll catch you."


A poem was brewing in my head
like the tea bag in my cup
drowning in roiling water
Ribbons of steam spiraling up

Two sweet verses had been written
Two sugar cubes slowly melting
sweltering in a cup
a dash of cream to cool the tea
My mind lingering on his words
not sure of what I'd heard...ummm
What was it that he'd said ~

   "Whoever forges the key to your heart
     will be a lucky man."

Were those lines he'd written for a song
or had he composed a melody for me
Was I wrong to lock my heart away
and was he the one who'd forge the key

Had I been denying myself the chance
that love would nourish my craving
I was imprisoned by shattered dreams
a scheme devised to keep me safe
but long deprived of love,  I was starving
My tea was cold, but I was told...ummm
What was it that he'd said ~

     "Don't be afraid of love happening."

It was a fear I'd come to dread
but when this man held out his hand
I peered fathoms deep into his soul
and gave in to my heart's demand

We feasted through the night
Hunger sated for I'd been fed
the sweetest morsels after fasting
What was it that he'd said ~

     "No key did I forge to unlock your heart.
       It knew you belonged with me."

It is not tea that fills my cup
I drink from the look in his eyes
I opened my heart and now I thrive
Alive as a candle flame, burning bright 
Shattered dreams were swept away
when in my ear I heard him say ~
What was it that he'd said ~

      "I love you, darlin'. Come to bed."

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Tania Kitchin January 8, 2020 at 8:41 PM Lin, I am loving your romantic poems, this one is both sweet and captivating! :) Lin Lane January 9, 2020 at 5:23 AM Oh, so many thanks for your encouraging comments. Thank you, Tania.

Michael Burch January 8, 2020 at 1:11 PM A very sweet story in more ways than one, and I like the ending. Lin Lane January 8, 2020 at 1:58 PM Thank you for the visit and for sharing your thoughts with me, Michael.

Tom Cunningham January 8, 2020 at 12:11 PM Had to smile at your answer to Jan, many a time I've woken at an ungodly hour with something in my head and had to jot it down quickly before it faded. You are an expert with a romanctic pen Lin. Tom Lin Lane January 8, 2020 at 1:58 PM Isn't that the pits...to wake with poetic thoughts in your head? Worse yet is to be too lazy to get up and write them down, so in the morning you're annoyed with yourself. Oh woe to the poet with such a bane. lol Thanks so much, Tom.

Chris Green January 8, 2020 at 10:09 AM Wow Lin, this was wonderfully enticing, kept me glued to the screen hoping for a happy ending and it seems I found one. I really liked the form and the message that is woven in these words. Beautifully done my friend. Lin Lane January 8, 2020 at 11:44 AM Happy to have provided a happy ending. Many of mine don't often have such a rosy outcome. Thanks for the kind thoughts, Chris.

Kim Rodrigues January 8, 2020 at 9:17 AM So beautiful, Lin! You kept me mesmerized as some writes are hard for me to read. I like the breaks in the poem with couplets. A lovely romantic write! A fave! Kim Rodrigues January 8, 2020 at 9:41 AM I know how that goes, Lin! So nicely done! Lin Lane January 8, 2020 at 9:21 AM Hi Kim, and thank you for liking this one enough to mark it as a favorite. It's a bit different for me, but it took on a life of its own and I had no choice but to follow its lead.

Jan Allison January 8, 2020 at 8:53 AM wow Lin you really are on a high with the romantic poems - write on!!!:-) hugs jan xx Lin Lane January 8, 2020 at 8:59 AM Thanks, Jan. I was inspired by a conversation yesterday, and woke at 2:30 this morning with lines brewing in my head, thus the brewing tea. It escalated from there...one of those moments when the need for pen and paper demands that we write.