Best Lost Lovefor Her Poems
She is like a tree dancing in the wind,
her love is like tree leaves that's blown
away in the dust.
My love for her is not her only trust,
she liberates her flesh for lust to enter.
I cried for her love when she is gone,
she sunk like the sun in the west
as the evening creeps in.
I am like a cloud hovering over
her face sinking in the sea.
She rises again at dawn to smile
on a fresh new day for me.
Love me no more O My darling of woe!
Your love invade my soul and then
you vanish like the wind.
Come back to me and tell me your false
love story,
your name is now written as my fading history.
I am the wind coming in the rain,
you are the sea on the shores of my destiny.
Come back my love and embrace me with a kiss,
for our love to grow for you to dance like the
tree in the wind once again.
Oh I ask you Mr Brown, tell me how long has it been now, since your lover went away?
It was a year and a day of your life.
Its been oh so quiet and the air is still for her love.
Only washed her hair yesterday
And the sunlight came her way
The sensual glow of the sun on her skin
Made her a warm and loving person
The smell of sweet roses wafted round the room
I’m sure you wish you had created a baby in her womb
The tenderness and earthly power of her charms
Was like seeing, feeling, or even holding her palms.
Holy aura of your lover
Could n’er be filled by no other
She is the only one to make you laugh and cry
But the weight of your tears now are dry
Stunned into emotional shock
Hit by the advance of the clock
You remain in wait for your most special love
Is it hope that storm clouds bring doves?
Night passes and trees shed leaves
A pitiful sight of a man bereaved
His lover is still living but no one knows where
Why did she do it, do you think she even cared?
Oh I ask you Mr Brown, tell me how long has it been now, since your lover went away?
It was a year and a day of your life.
Its been oh so quiet and the air is still for her love.
What soft sweet notes the bluebird sings,
As she lays her head on satin sheets,
And she?
A goddess embodied, so selfless it's easy to love...
I've laid with her satin,
As tones project lulling me to sleep,
Thieves we were,
Stealing kisses nightly and storing them under our chests,
She would invite me inside and smile when I left early,
Unlike me to do so,
But the bluebird still sings for my lack of endurance...
In parallel now I leave again,
But with me comes my heart...
For the bluebird not only sings for me,
But for her past as well,
That, complied with my fear of nesting, steals me from her,
Thieves we are,
She steals me back with a single note...
Not enough strength to resist her,
But I must before I hurt the gem that is her heart anymore,
So leave I do,
May the next you sing for be gentle as I,
Her soft sweet notes will stay in me forever,
And I pray the next sings for her as well...
One strike
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A woman I used to love made a statement once
She said; "Lover when god made you he broke the mold"
Those were the days of ego now long past gone
But you can bet that earned her loving like wildfire
The man child’s form that of a modern Adonis
Stands naked for her as she surveys the tools
That creates pleasure for her enjoyment
Such a forbidden and carnal delight
Not a happy ending for these true lovers
Of a not too distant past, she had to be replaced
Sadly enough for she forgot one thing
His heart wasn’t made of stone.
Waiting For Her Birthday Card
by Rick Rucker
This is really hard,
Waiting for her birthday card.
It won't come, of course,
Unless delivered by a Flying Horse!
She mounted the hearse for her Final Trip,
The driver was anxious, he used the whip!
Her card was always there by morning,
Long before the sunlight was aborning!
Not just my birthday, but all year round,
She must have bought them by the pound!
I'm a guy, I might forget,
The sadness in her eyes, I would then get.
This time, I'll be sad,
I've lost the first Love I ever had!
We took one last shot at love—
She mysteriously vanished.
My mind became fragile,
My thoughts unsure—
I’ll wait for her in the moonlight.
Her voice whispers in my ear.
(The smell of her fragrance)
I felt her presence.
Have you ever made love
To a woman who’s love
Feels so pure?
I’m addicted to her love.
A woman’s love has no cure—
Freed into the world
Where the lonely walk in grief,
Searching for her love
But not wanting to believe.
The moonlight takes its place;
The stars shine like white diamonds;
The night whispers her name,
But this time I’m not buying.
Like a rose without color
Like a prose without rhyme
Hope yearns for another
Wishing only for that time
Memories of my departed
Inside my heart drips tears
For my love you try to restart it
But my love can not be shared
You give you make you stay by my side
Hollow is my soul for her I yearn
You pray you cry so hard you try
But forsaken for her I turn
My departed haunts my living soul
Alive I'm just a shell of a man
How can you love me when you know?
Her memory is all that I am.