Like the fragrance of honeysuckle clinging to the vine,
Like sea spirit salt rides the inshore breeze,
Like the sun dappled fields of summer, please...
Be mine... my beautiful you... be mine.
Like the flowers I bring you every so often,
Like the ones I should bring you every day,
Be wild and pure and wait there for me,
To see and to take you, my beautiful you.
Like the curves of your body, bending
Behind the glisten of the glass shower stall,
Like sweet nicknames floating down the hall...
Be my mystery ever unfolding, my beautiful you.
All the holidays, like yesterday, I still remember,
Wrapped up with you around the tree…
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September,
As we walk through our seasons, you and me.
And now the twilight's chimney smoke calls us,
Back to the hearth and home we've made,
With little ones who look like you and me,
Our love's perfect union, our soul's sweet serenade.
Through all the days of our days, I'll need you,
So be the breath I cannot live without,
The April morning's rain - mist for my midsummer's drought…
All the holiday's I remember...
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September.
The fragrance of you floating through the hall,
Into my soul's senses, please, be all...
Worth recalling, worth living and dying for...
My beautiful you, my beautiful you...
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What we Read, is Where we Go...
Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Year Posted 2014
When two person's get together,
with vision of a wonderful world,
some children and a family,
and a dog with tail curled.
Off to a fresh start,
adapting new life and routine,
for the dream to become real,
without any motive or being mean.
One is a boy, another is a girl,
raising them with a twist and twirl,
impossible to forget the first walk,
or the first word or their little talk.
Months and years pass by,
memories began to fade,
with no personal touch,
or an effort being made.
Then comes the anger,
with stress compressed inside,
and happiness dissolving,
whom not either one can hide.
Love once boulder,
breaks easily into pieces,
with emotions running high,
connection completely ceases.
Now is the time,
to part ways from this life,
and live like a sophomore,
not husband and wife.
No care about the young one's,
who are too naive to understand,
about the complications of life,
what they find simply so grand.
One legal paper seals off,
the fate of a happy family,
with a stroke of sign starts,
this long lasting tragedy.
Back to where it was,
heart still feels like a change,
the reminiscence of marriage,
and the events of enrage.
Seperate lives once again,
the dream is a now nightmare,
filled with hatred and pain,
Nothing left except to glare.
A past unforgettable,
a future that could have been,
and present so unbearable,
like a film with an ending scene.
How can a simple word,
destroy so many fantasies,
keeping sentiments intact,
with nothing but worries.
A journey full of moments,
stuck together in a beautiful verse,
mentally and physically hurting,
divorce is a majestic curse.
Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2016