I hope I marry a man who loves me in ways the world can see.
Not just in quiet words spoken when no one is around,
but in crowded places where his eyes still search for me first.
A man who brings me flowers for no special reason,
on an ordinary day,
simply because I crossed his mind
and he wanted me to know.
The kind of man who waits for me while I get ready,
leaning against the doorway with a soft smile,
watching me as if even my smallest habits
are worth remembering.
A man who loves me not only in grand gestures,
but in the unnoticed moments—
the comfortable silences,
the gentle touches,
the way he reaches for my hand without thinking.
Someone who makes the ordinary feel extraordinary,
until the simplest days with him
become the memories my heart holds onto forever.
I hope I marry a man whose love feels like home—
steady, warm, and certain—
the kind of love that never has to be questioned,
because it is shown in a hundred quiet ways every single day.
When I see you,
I forget those bad moments;
When I love you,
Light comes from darkness.
Oh, God! Is that heaven
Where I wish to die?
Is that heaven where I want to lie?
Little high, little shy
Oh, Love! Say 'Good bye'!
When you come to me,
Heartbeats like to play within;
When you look at me,
My world looks for nothing.
Oh, Eyes! Are that you
Made me to cry?
Are your eyes where I want to lie?
Little high, little shy
Oh, Love! Say 'Good bye'!
When you promise me:
'I shall wait for you ever!'
When you trust upon me,
I can bide your each tremor.
Oh, Trust! Is that you
Led her to defy?
Is that hype where I wished to die?
Little high, little shy
Oh, Love! Say 'Good bye'!
They see an older woman seated awkwardly at the grave,
brushing debris from the sun-warmed stone,
clumsily shifting her weight in the heat -
alone.
They don't see her memories from thrifty-five lost years ago,
of two teens at the annual fair.
"In the misty corridors of the soul",
he's there.
She has carried him with her for decades, tucked away safely,
but today is the first time she's here.
He was only eighteen - too young to die -
too dear.
Time has turned her from the pretty girl in the carnival lights
to a person she no longer knows.
Grief doesn't fade with calendar pages -
it grows.
#3
Making Her Feel Like A Teenager Again.
.
It has always been my ernest endeavour
To satisfy a woman make her feel special
And make her feel like a teenager once more
But this time
Make the feelings last forever
.
How sweet and tender
The warm melting sensations
And the nervous fluttering butterfly inside
The idle daydreams in school and college
When youth and time was on our side
.
The little scribbled love notes
Names scrawled on walls within a heart
Diane loves Pete forever
Never to depart.
.
Those budding emerging blossoming
The naive aspirations
And unrealistic inspections
Hormone overload
Secret fantasies and tastes of puppy love
That remain untold
.
That first crush and the first date
You were told you were too young
But your urges couldn’t wait
.
Pop songs at the time had more meaning and feeling
And you’d play the same record
Again and again the broken heart
And painful tears that dell like rain
Summer love lost forever
Never to come around again
As growing pains
.
Infatuation and heady intoxication
True loves poor relation
But nothing beats
Those oh so sweet
Tender passing fumbling valentines.
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Peter Dome©2021.
A delightful day
Walking talking and flirting
Seeing his eyes for first time
Close and personal
Dazzling with intensity
Best day ever for sixteen
Polished shoes. Check.
Bathed. Check.
Brushed hair one hundred strokes. Check.
Used deodorant. Check.
Re-did lipstick five times. Check.
Re-did eye make up twice. Check.
Changed clothes. Check.
Looked in the mirror. Check.
Twirled in the mirror. Check.
Changed clothes. Check.
Looked in the mirror. Check.
Twirled in the mirror. Check.
Took off this outfit and put on the first outfit. Check.
Honey, your date's here!
Just a second, Mom.
Change clothes two more times. Check.
Put the first outfit on again. Check.
Close closet door so you cannot see the mirror. Check.
Go downstairs and rescue your date from the hot seat. Check.
There's a boy,
You can guess how this proceeds,
He feels you with joy,
Making you smile with ease,
Only he's out of your league,
You're ugly and gross,
Filled with fatigue,
He's more attractive than most,
When he smiles your breath stops,
His voice is what makes your heart skip beats,
But when the daydream drops,
And your eye actually meets,
You know he's the perfect one,
The guy you've been waiting for,
Only the stories not done,
You know he doesn't like you anymore,
You two just don't combine,
He's better than you,
He'll leave you behind,
You know it's true.
I'm in love; racing heartbeats and cheeks hot.
Strange, this feeling, where out of sense I'm brought
Instead of tea, sugar I pour in pot.
Baby brother is neglected in cot.
Lonely places now I seek for my thought.
The sensible ones seem to me but snot.
My homework and classes are all for naught.
My whole being with ecstasy is wrought.
Confused emotions hold my nerves all taut.
How long will I bear this state of distraught?
Cunning Cupid takes delight with his shot,
While I'm all tied for good in a tight knot!
23/08/16
Contest: monorhyme mania - John Hamilton - Place 5
120 syllables, 10 per line.
(on howmanysyllables.com)
Why should we be in love though it’ll end?
And we both know so, so why should we start?
Knowing that our feelings and time in vain spent
And we gain nothing but the aching of the heart
It is a matter of time till our parting
I think we should not better commence
A journey that has a joyful starting
But shortly in sadness and tears ends
Stop using your heart and use your mind
For the heart sometimes be so reckless
Think of our alleged love and you shall find
That our exertions will be worthless
Teenage love shall give us nothing but pain
And we may love each other, but in vain
First day at college,
Encounter with a girl,
Gazes are exchanged,
Heart pounds,
Clock ceases to move,
Nothing happened further,
Goes back home and ruminates with a hidden smile,
Love is so pure and beautiful,
Everything turns fresh,
Even dark passenger makes way for geniality,
Aloofness takes the back seat,
Sweet dreams are aplenty,
Everything was near perfect until,
Mother exclaims, Wake up! It is 6 o'clock.
I don't like teenage "love,"
Getting butterflies reading written words never spoken,
obsessions with remembering favorite numbers and colors just to prove
you are worthy in the eyes of another,
late night phone calls only because you indulge in their voice so much
that you spare your precious sleep.
I don't like the idea of falling in love at such a young age,
unbreakable "needs" to read or hear the words "I love you."
I'm sorry, but all of this causes me to fray and become weary and sad
and upset and.. I just can't do it,
and if only you'd understand that I can't lay down my youth with fairy
tales and wishful love,
I just might be able to one day.
Day in and day out, all teenagers are dedicating their love and lives for each other. This
kind of young love have been with all of the young couples since day one. It seems that
these two people have real feelings for each other. No matter what these teen couples are
going through (good or bad), their love for each other will never be destroyed or worse.
Sometimes most relationships in middle school and high school may last within 24 hours,
but some of them will have lasted more than one day. It also seems to everybody that their
first chance of love really won't be the last, especially when their parents (the moms and
the dads) are happy for their teenage offspring. As a matter fact, the parents will have
known what their lives were like when they were teenagers and they had experienced their
first loving relationships with the others. How romantic and lovely were they? And without
love and if there's no trust and honesty among all teenage lovebirds, how are they going
to have real relationships?
All teenagers nationwide have fallen in love with each other after they met and became
friends. Love has been around for all young love birds since the 16th to the 18th century.
It seems that when a teen boy and a teen girl fall in love with each other since the day
both of them met, it's like going to heaven. It's also like love at first sight. All of
the parents will have to accept the fact that that their teen sons and daughters are in
love with each other, especially when they’re together. Young love doesn’t happen in just
the United States of America, young love is happening everywhere on Earth, including
Canada. Sometimes most relationships among all teenagers today may not last long, or even
in 24 hours, but some of them do. I bet that if all teen couples were to stay together and
make it through all of the changes, good or bad, then maybe it’ll lead to marriage in the
near future. I guess young love does have an effect on everyone, that includes their
parents. And if this type of love keeps up in the near future, who knows what good thing
might happen to all of the young lovebirds?
Antagonize sweetness with one of your smiles
trailing on moonbeams of words
frozen in icicle rainbows for miles
suspended and left undisturbed
Ribbon me whispers of sweet nothingness
Sing me an ocean or two
There are no colors comparing to this
for my eyes are blinded for you
Treasure our youth and devour the days
taking the plunge once or twice
Breaking devotion in so many ways
with sweetness gone frozen to ice
We are the moment that love turns to infinite pain.
We are the children of posters in love to refrain.
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