By Charles Robert Lindholm
Do not kiss me
do not steal my heart
if you don’t thirst
for my heart and soul
as much as you thirst
for my body Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Do not kiss me
do not steal my heart
if you don’t thirst
for my heart and soul
as much as you thirst
for my body Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I SAW YOUR SCARS
BECAUSE I SEE YOU
BECAUSE I CANNOT
LOOK AWAY FROM YOU
YOUR HEART
AND YOUR SOUL
THEY THRILL ME
AS DOES EVERY
INCH OF YOUR SKIN Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
My soul it is an eagle
come join me on the flight
across the clear blue skies
to the Edges of the Night Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
He took my wife
like a villian
in a fairy tale
fantasy
like a black knight
on a stallion
he stole my love
from me Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
So many times I’ve struggled
so many people knew
I’d do the best I could
and somehow muddle through
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
Why is it that Love hurts?
Even when things are going right
Being apart puts a hurt on your heart
that’s like being held underwater
Being “In Love” makes silence painful
a crushing need and desire to hear the voice
of the one that soothes your soul
Is it the inner fear,
that feeling of anxiety
from childhood when the lights go out
that we are really alone?
Why do I long to hear Your Voice?
yearn for Your touch
desire to be with You
wrapped up in Your arms
You are my Touchstone
You are home to me
being with You
reassures me
that I am not alone
I have faith in our love
and it is strong
but sometimes
in the darkness
without a light
in the middle of the night
I need to touch my Touchstone
so I know I’m not alone
or in a dream
You are My Touchstone
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
I can choose you
but what does it matter
unless you choose me too Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
there’s something about you
that even a blind man can see
there’s a joy in your soul
that even the deaf can hear Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
She stands high upon the bluff
a silhouette of one
lonely on the shore
It’s what she’s always done
She is a lonely beacon
that beckons all to come
unnoticed by the multitudes
but cared about by some Continue reading
—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-
By Charles Robert Lindholm
she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired Continue reading