There once were two lovers from Spain
Caught getting frisky on a train.
Sweaty and coiled,
Their passions embroiled,
While the conductor charged onlookers to remain.
Puisque je dois te retrouver
dans des endroits isolés
je te verrai là-bas
Puisque je dois mentir
quelques instants avec toi
alors je dois juste mentir
car si je ne peux pas aller jusqu'au bout, ma belle
j'ai l'impression que je vais me demander pourquoi
j'ai besoin de toi
près de moi
j'ai besoin de toi
,Puisque je dois me faufiler
pour être avec toi
voilà ce que je ferai, chérie
Puisque je dois te retrouver
dans des endroits isolés
je te verrai là-bas
Puisque je dois mentir
quelques instants avec toi
alors je dois juste mentir
car si je ne peux pas aller jusqu'au bout, ma belle
j'ai l'impression que je vais me demander pourquoi
j'ai besoin de toi
près de moi
j'ai besoin de toi, ma belle
ça fait si longtemps
ah-ah----ah--ah oh, ooh oo!
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she and her husband had problems
while he went away working
she began seeing a guy
she wasn't serious about leaving her husband
"a fling thing you know"
the guy fell deep in love
so much he wrote this song for her
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Two lovers stand in shadow,
amidst as yet uncrushed glade
and pink ripened unpicked blooms.
Erect purple poplar trees,
to viewer, half disguise their form,
but stand as witness to intent.
A path yet beaten lay ahead;
the path behind full overgrown;
as arm in arm, amidst springs blooms,
two lovers stand in shadow.
A definitive love words cannot define.
Two hearts intertwined, they both beat in time.
We love with a love that is more than just love.
It's a blessing in life and a gift from above.
Your love is the melody that echoes in my heart,
A symphony that plays, it will never pull us apart.
You, my love, are my anchor in life's stormiest seas.
You show me love in a way that brings me down to my knees.
Life with you it is tranquil, yet full of surprise.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
For together, we'll journey through whatever may come.
Our souls are like magnets, drawn together as one.
Your love is my compass, destination unknown.
On a journey together, with your heart as my own.
With you by my side, come whatever may bring,
I cherish this bond. Our hearts forever will sing.
Our hearts sing a song, only that we can hear.
Forever grateful for the joy you've bought to my life, my dear.
My heart found its home, with you by my side.
Two lovers, as one, true love, can't be denied.
It is a hot Saturday night
Dan and Alice are in the park.
The moon spreads its wonderful light,
Thousands of stars shine in the dark.
Dan and Alice are in the park.
Among the flowers and the trees
They are enjoying a fresh, cool breeze.
The moon spreads its wonderful light
Over the fragrant greenery.
Now, the two lovers, seem to be, in a mirific scenery.
Thousonds of stars shine in the dark,
Arrows of light are shooting to Earth,
But, somewhere, in the two lovers' hearts is a genuine mirth.
TWO LOVERS.. a tale
Two lovers of the same woman
one day they meet...
Each one sadder than the other...
One tells how he loved her,
the other counts too...
Both extol her qualities...
Both suffer... she died...
Say her name and say goodbye
moved... surreal !
It may be, but it's a human scene...
True love... !
My arms, your desires;Tale Of Two Lovers
Sharing same hearts,her beauty he is entice
His kindness,she finds sweet in her eyes
In the mind our soul's entangle
Smile of such beauty I am intrigue
A thousand mile I walk burning sand
To see her beauty is to see sunrise
Our soul's burning desires
Depths of darkness finds joy
Even if just brief moment of time
My arms hold you,wrap with love
Our emotions thrilled at sight
Our hearts bound in enjoyment
A pleasure of extreme happiness
A sense of peace falls the heart
Tale Of Two Lovers my kiss I give
My arms embraced with your touch
She sleeps
He watches as
fine strands of brown silk
have escaped her scrunchy
and flutter near her face
riding the even breaths
from her acquiline nose
and slightly open mouth
He carefully tucks the wisps
behind her ear
Touches her jaw lightly
by accident
She closes her mouth and swallows
but does not wake
He lays on his side
Sharing her pillow
Arms crossed
Absorbing her face
Consciously
Knowingly
Engraving a memory
A keepsake
A moment that no one else
will ever have with her
Just for him
He wakes with darkness in the firmament
An enticing shadow coming to his bed
Sobering him, loving him
Conveying soft whispers
Her breath sweet with
The night's refreshments
Deep lingering soft kisses
Reassuring sensual sentiments
Her hair a dark blanket
Covering him
Wrapping him in her desire
Increasing blood's fire
His arms cling to her strongly
They spiral higher
Their bodies express
What whispers lack
He suddenly knows as fact
He's never really been in love before
But now he's swallowed in its blisses
Sweetly ensorcelled in its magic
It will be a wonderful new year.
A man walks down the sidewalk through the mist,
And his dark silhouette is soon erased.
As he continues to travel with haste,
He recalls a pair of lips he had kissed.
A woman takes a bracelet off her wrist,
And in a jewelry box it's then encased.
She remembers a man she had embraced,
And fights against an urge she can't resist.
They realize they must be together,
Yet the dark distance between them conceals
Their image from each other in the night.
After a sudden change in the weather,
The midnight haze subsides and now reveals
Two lovers in the glow of a porch light.
© 2019
TWO LOVERS FRESH.......
I watch two lovers in fresh embrace
through my installed double glazing
they seem too young for such desire
that all embracing consuming fire....
It warms me, innocently gazing
My border yields a single bloom
he plucks, with love uncaring
and offers up springs new born child
with heart of hope and passions wild
I watch, arthritis flaring
Yet scarce the beat of an aged heart
nor the flash of a dying star
separates me from he outside
nor she from my sweet bride....
Is yesteryear so very far ?
For her I mourn most wistfully
my wife, my friend, my lover.
Her face I see in spring's first flower
her voice in winter's final shower....
how fortunate to love her
The radiator clanks and whines
and pants out breaths of steam.
It paints the glass with foggy hue
to swallow up the outside view
and terminate an old man's dream
Moondust descends upon their stage-
where two lovers dance and never age.
I chose picture #2
Crystal Clear Poetry Contest
Joseph May
April 28, 2019
two lovers
together
on a seesaw
one on each end
going up and down
in time
in opposite directions
with one heartbeat
Two lovers hearts beating gently, entwine
like thornless ramblings roses in full bloom,
exposing beauty like full bodied wine
glistening in shadows of the full moon,
blissfully relaxed in loves waiting room,
their world belongs only to them their dream
pastel rainbow warm multi colour scheme
affection made from heavenly design,
loves arrows delivered on a moonbeam
with love directly from saint valentine.
Composed 18/01/2017
Contest Valentine in form D,
Sponsored by broken wings.
To strangers meet,heart instantly at her feet,to know a feeling so high brings tears beyond desription to my eyes,not of pain,sorrow,or grief,but tears of joy at the thought of what two lovers may sow and reap,i want our hearts not to posess or own,but to live in each alone,to see in each others eyes words unspoken because they are already known,to walk hand in hand down the road of life,to make the most passionate love each of us has ever known in then night,to awake at day break and find we two lovers still in the arms of each other,but much more then that we find words wich need not be spoken,for we already know each others minds,we know the passion and commitment we share will not pass away just because the sun chases away the cool night air.A feeling so rich so pure so full it could never end their,it grows when we are together,it grows when we are apart,it grows into both of us poccessing one heart,a touch,a feel,is all it needs to know,it is the seed with wich it is sown that we watch are love grow.
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