The heated, illicit look
Of ectasy across your eyes.
Echoing throughout the heavens
On overindulgent eyes.
I never want to close my eyes..
Day into night she's with me
How sweet is her warm embrace.
Safe in the scent of her fragrance
So safe in her arms of grace.
I never want to close my eyes..
When my eyes close and I'm there with you,
Your softness touches me,
Kisses so tender I feel excited yet lost,
The sweet smells of your skin and hair, your voice in my ear.
I never want to open my eyes..
Mornings I find, her soft body next to mine
So warm.. so safe, but aware
I try to escape, she lures me back
Oh run though I try, she's there..there..there.
I never want to open my eyes..
I saw you there on dew kissed green beneath a the shading oak
no masters hand could emulate the beauty of each stroke
in sunlight dappled glory you turned with Elven grace
as sunlight’s sweet benevolence adorned your smiling face
What artist’s brush or palette hue would envy such as this
Or offer humble canvas that grateful eyes might kiss
Gracious and coquettish charm entranced my softened eye
and I dreamed for one sweet moment that on eagles wings I’d fly
and there we’d sit forever in that sunlight dappled place
[eating pickled gherkins fish and chips, cod of course not plaice]
Alternative last line for the true romantic
[A portrait of two lovers lost in a portraits timeless grace.]
JULIET
The sound of her music
Still singing in my head
As if a lullaby,
Causing sweet dreams in my bed
How beautiful she was
As she played the guitar
Sang right through my ears
And straight to my heart
And my heart begins racing
As each song is played
As if from heaven
The lyrics were made
Now I fear to wake up
And forget her sweet tune
Why must this next morning
Arrive so soon
But the image of her beauty
Is engraved in my heart
And I’m afraid this sweet dream
We now must part
Let's repeat our first dance....
Let's rebirth our forever promises....
Let's replay our sweet memories....
Symbols of red roses from you to me....
Flowers in my art to you as symbols of....
our love come true....
Let's reiterate our lovely vows for all time....
and eternity....
So, our love never becomes redundant....
Let's redeem our sweet love now....
Our red river of red roses rises and returns....
Our requited love....
Oh sweet, sweet anonymity
Through the pressing crowds you’re calling me
Along the streets in city parks
Your presence waits by day or dark.
Just as the judge is passing law
As in so many times before
On parking offence or minor crime
On occasion a case that makes a national headline
The same hand takes the tea maid’s cup
Or swings a club on the Sunday golf match
As famous singers walk the stage
Of what matter is its matter made?
Plywood sheet or glass laminate
The "greatest moments" are a blip
On lifetimes stage where fortune sits
As greater life is lived unsung
Of no recorded note or age
A bar to life’s great tearing pace.
Yes,, somewhere waits for you and me
That sweet sweet anonymity.
A girl with hair like golden down
Is smiling in a country town
Her eyes are soft, her spirit strong
She knows truth, love and easy songs.
She makes up a house where people meet
And lives are crossed so bitter sweet
From kindergarten to university
She sees continuity
And containment of the life she loves
White picket fence and a cote of turtle doves.
© Joe Maverick 26-07-2010
Sleep my sweet angel and rest your eyes...
For Michael is here to protect you as you lie..
Dream away sweet Kitten no more fears..
I'm here to watch over and wipe away your tears...
My arms are a wall to keep the bad away...
My soul is your pillow to rest your head on today..
If we are two inches away or an ocean and a half apart..
No matter where you sleep tonight I am in your heart..
My love engages my fantasies each time we meet.
Ravaging reactions wrap my soul; entice my heart.
Positive notions with rhythmic motions, prepare the start.
She fires my spirit, takes control of the moment, so discreet.
My desire operates on overload; our delight has no defeat.
She impales my destiny, engaging our language in live art.
Fond details of our sweet love mesmerize each loving part.
Our passion rises and falls, then grows again as moves repeat.
We are and will remain amidst the stories told by sweet song
From days long spent in the past of ancient glorious history.
Our ardor and strength shall live on forever with no wrong.
No one shall no our embodiment, names remain a mystery.
A spark of love ignites in new lovers as they spring along.
We stay hidden, until reengagement of devoted mastery.