Forty-nine years of marriage, and I know this
You still look at your wife and want a little kiss.
You do not see her as her age, but as a young bride.
Your feelings are on your face, you cannot hide.
You are more in love with your wife every year.
Your intentions are honorable, your love is clear.
Your wife has the same kinds of feelings for you.
When she looks at you, you are a mere twenty-two.
How do I know this? Because I have been married a while too.
When I see my husband, I think 17, and he is seventy-two.
When he looks at me, he says I look fifteen to him.
When you are in love, you become teens all over again.
Stars spangle this verse,
Fabric-love's universe,
Love so unilateral,
Dude still loves this gal,
Magic continues for us,
Flickers, love needs no fuss,
We're abstracts, we rhyme,
Cosmic lovebirds for all time....
soft as dawn’s hush they whisper and coo
a melody spun from the sky’s golden hue
two hearts entwined in a feathered embrace
singing of love in the warm morning grace
branches sway gently as echoes take flight
woven like ribbons in shimmering light
notes sweet as nectar drift through the trees
carried by whispers upon the soft breeze
no walls can contain what their harmonies weave
a promise, a secret, in songs that won’t leave
for lovebirds sing not of sorrow or flight
but of love that lingers, steady and bright
(Inspired by ‘paranoir’ by Riz Mack)
Reckless Jack and fair Jill, youthful hearts aroused,
did scale that hill, less for water, than illicit thrills.
Atop that perilous height, they began a lover’s fight.
Stolen moments, once sweetly solaced, can prove brief.
Alas, the twisted tryst, turned awkward tumble swift,
with clothes askew and most immodest bruises blue.
Honest folk, share this lesson far and wide, by rhyme and tune -
beware young lovers, less passion's tide prove a bumpy slide to ruin.
07.0620
lovebirds must be pink like quartz
for they are symbols of love are they not?
I see them in my dreams wiggling their feathers
together for life,
lovebirds in love
Along the crimson hue of the eve,
You and I; let us leave.
Aside the glassy, serene sea
You and I, we shall flee.
Peeping the enigmatic sky, so high
You and I, we'll fly.
Your gleaming eyes, "let me caress"
You and I, we'll immerse.
Through the lush-green hopeful days, we'll chirp
You and I; the lovebirds.
Your heart is a love song
A beautiful refrain
The sweet smell of the grass
After a rain
It's played over and over
Never tire, never will
Your love words they thrill me
I feel them still
Your body so tender
As soft as I've known
The only thing different
You're not my own
Have heard what you say
It's the way it must be
I'd give all my possessions
To be free with thee
But there's too many people
It would hurt beyond words
So we still can be happy
As cyber lovebirds
They ask me:
Where did Sarah go to?
Where did Jennifer go to?
Where did Suzie go to?
Did your coldness swallow them?
I say:
We were lovebirds;
Birds always fly out and follow different directions
Love
Laughter
Likeminded
Longevity
Life
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3-10-19
Your heart is a love song
A beautiful refrain
The sweet smell of grass
After the rain
It's played over and over
Never tire, never will
Your love words thrill me
I feel them still
Your body so tender
As soft as I've known
The only thing different
You're not my own
Have heard what you say
It's the way it must be
I'd give all my possessions
To be free with thee
But there are too many people
It would hurt beyond words
So we still can be happy
As cyber lovebirds
The lovebirds are singing
When I think about you,
I feel so much love
When I think about you,
I feel you're my dove
And I know that,
when we're together
the lovebirds are
singing our song...
Can't you hear them
singing about us?
How could our
love be wrong?
Chorus
And so,
the lovebirds are singing
their songs of love?
And, I need you,
I want you, I love you
How could our love
be wrong?
When I think about you,
I feel warm inside
When I think about you,
I know that it's right
Bridge
And the lovebirds are singing
can't you hear their song?
And I need you, I love you, I want you
How could it be wrong?
When I think about you,
I know that you're scared
When I think about you,
don't you know how much I care?
And the love birds are singing
their sad songs of love
but,
if you don't need me,
want me or love me
you'll always be my dove.
And the love birds
will keep singing
their songs of love
And if you listen
real carefully ...
you'll hear ...
my words...
in their song.
Chorus repeat twice
fade
John Derek Hamilton
December 05,2016
He stops to buy her roses and a card
to mark their anniversary.
Strolling absent-mindedly he crosses
to the park and in his reveries he hears
two songbirds singing sweetly in the trees,
a melody that cheers his saddened soul.
He hurries to the nursing home to greet
his darling wife, the half that makes him whole.
He cannot let a day go e'er he sees
her smiling face, that smile of sweet
contentment that illuminates their souls
and redefines their state of grace.
Living on their memories they chatter
like the songbirds, their conversation bright.
He tucks her in and wishes her goodnight,
God bless, sleep tight, (don't let those bedbugs bite!).
He stops to buy her roses and a card
to mark their anniversary.
Strolling absent-mindedly he crosses
to the park and in his reveries he hears
two songbirds singing sweetly in the trees,
a melody that cheers his saddened soul.
He hurries to the nursing home to greet
his darling wife, the half that makes him whole.
He cannot let a day go e'er he sees
her smiling face, that smile of sweet
contentment that illuminates their souls
and redefines their state of grace.
Living on their memories they chatter
like the songbirds, their conversation bright.
He tucks her in and wishes her goodnight,
God bless, sleep tight, (don't let those bedbugs bite!).
Two love birds setting in a tree k-i- s-s-i-n-g.
One fell down and hit the ground. And the
other one came flying after it.
There's a little Dixie devil in that
six-foot, two-inch frame.
He blinks that wink and grins that smile...
you know him.
Mike's the name.
He loves his darlin' lady, Chris,
and courts her with a flair.
The Basquo and the Southern gent...
a perfect, magic pair.
It's a joy to watch them dance and talk
and flirt and fight and coo.
The Fates have given them a chance
to build one life from two.
Whatever paths in life they choose,
they'll travel hand in hand...
that sweet and fiery female, Chris,
and Irish Mike, her man.
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