Day: March 27, 2021

A love story…

~ thereluctantpoet

Come Enjoy This from John!

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A love story…

We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly. We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time, we held our kisses long and sweet. We didn’t know. Love words, love dances, just magic and wisp for the dreamers. We didn’t know, love comes when she wants and you cannot stop time. Locked doors must be opened and you cannot catch the wind. I love your memory and I need to hear your voice, dear beloved.

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A love story…

I remember us, I remember you. You were my Spring time love, my wildflower dream that came true. You taught me to dance with the free-flowers and to sing to the sun and the moon.

We found the ancient castles of Germany and I loved watching your face, your eyes, filled with joy discovering new places and new wonders.

We found love, holding hands, sharing…

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The Spring song…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

The Spring song…

I found her sitting alone by the lake and I sat with her. The first day of Spring brought a sunny day and I told her. My pretty, my sweetest wish. I missed you.

Pretty Scottish girl looked into my eyes and she whispered. Wise woman know, never dance with the devil twice. He will take everything from you, leave you with fatal wishes.

I kissed her face and I told her. Men are foolish and they want everything and they want nothing. Let’s, you and I, dance for the Spring moon, Maybe our last dance or our first dance? Maybe my last chance to see you smile and laugh?

Pretty girl stood-up and I brought her closer. We danced for the rising moon and the stars. She whispered. Johnnie, you taught me love and you taught me loneliness. You are like your father, a rolling stone…

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A moment of forever…

~ thereluctantpoet

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 A moment, of forever…

                     “Holy as love…

You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.
We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds, hours and nights away,
We didn’t know, borrow kisses and pretty words, almost, as holy as love.

Old poet wished on the first star of the night, near the sea. A moment, of forever. So damn sweet, He wish to know again.
Just one more dance, just one more sweet kiss from his Bonnie gal, and make him believe. Love never can die and the pretty girl are miracles and Winter blessings.

Holy as love,

she was.

                         Dancing Coyote

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