Daughter of fortune
She is the daughter of a woman who found passionate
love in Paris with an opera singer; now lives in her brother’s
house and knows, in the end, life is about a haven of romance
is going to last to the end of life.
The daughter loves a man of modest means; her love is boundless
he feels he has to find riches to be worthy of her love.
When she hears, her beau has gone to Klondike, she sets sail
to join him there, so her adventure begins.
I’m reading a novel by Isabel Allende, a book about a woman’s life,
what a woman does, how a woman feels about love, more profound
than men perceive, who, in this novel, appear in the background.
Of men, who are fierce, yet, loving but need a woman’s care.
Clarification
I don’t know how the novel ends as I have only read half
the book; but it is not a Barbara Cartland trivia, where the secretary
of an estate agent, falls in love with the dentist who has his
practice on the second floor; it is a proper love story.
I say this poem to you
from outside the cell of every tortured or executed political prisoner
I say this poem to you
from outside the palace where Allende shot himself
I say this poem to you
from outside the limousine where jfk was assassinated
I say this poem to you from the balcony
where mlk was assassinated
I say this poem to you
in the ballroom where robert kennedy was assassinated
I say this poem to you
from the bedroom of every abused child
I say this poem to you
from every wasted night where
loneliness, misery, and hate
occupies the human spirit
I say this poem to you
in the hopes that one day
people won't have to write these poems
and people will learn the meaning
of the word peace.
Sitting here thinking of you;
Thinking about all the things I want to do.
I want to explore the world with you baby;
All the exotic places, just you and me.
Something is so special about you;
Your talk, your walk, all that you do.
The way you hold me close when your with me;
I just melt in your arms and feel so free.
Free from stress, free from pain;
How great it is to wake up feeling the same.
I feel as if I never left your touch;
When it's quiet and still how I want you so much.
Not just sexually, but emotionally and your presence;
Your body scent, your cologne oh what an essence.
I feel joy around you , it's hard to explain;
The feelings and thoughts are making me go insane.
Isn't this what they call "crazy love"?;
Are you a breath of air sent from above?
Your voice brings joy to my soul;
Derek, just being with you baby, makes me whole.
Written by: Michelle C. Robinson
Inspired by: Derek Mitchell Allende
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