By Charles Robert Lindholm
Softly Sundown comes
to put the day to bed
dusting off the dirt
kissing the hurts Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Softly Sundown comes
to put the day to bed
dusting off the dirt
kissing the hurts Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Quietly he sits
in the silence of the night
weaving words inside his head
by the flickering candlelight
His muse has shown him everything
in the grand design
so he weaves his words with subtlety,
with cadence, rhythm and rhyme Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I don’t know
how You can see me
from half a world away
and yet I know, You know me
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
My Dearest Darling-The Lover of My Soul,
As I sit here writing to You after all the intervening years since our time together I am still so amazed and thankful that my memories of You and Us are as vivid as the day we made them.
I can see You as clearly as when I gently held Your face in my hands and kissed Your lips so tenderly every morning. The most exquisite greetings to a morning I have ever had in my life. Ah, but then all of the memories that I Treasure most were made by You in my life!
Your memories are what I guard more jealously than silver or gold or any other worldly possession! The world can have their possessions as long as I can have the memories of You and I together and a hope of a heaven someplace where we can be together again and never, ever parted!
I have no need of the Masters of the ages and their writings and stories, made up or true! I had what no words could ever give me, I had You in my life, in my Heart and in my Soul!! I had You in my mornings, in my middays and in those glorious nights together in each other’s arms with our skin melting together as our Heart’s beat as one and we wrapped each other in Our Love and felt an ecstasy as explosive and sweet as a shooting star!
I cling to those memories of You and Us with the same strength and tenacity as I do to life and my every breath. If I should ever lose those Beloved memories of You and Us it will be at the same time that my grip on life is lost too!
I revel in the details of Your face. I view all the paintings of Your body and Our times in the memories of my mind each and every day! I feel the warmth of Your body on my Soul! I lick my lips and still taste the sweetness of Your kisses. I remember Our Passionate moments and I cry! Mostly tears of Joy from knowing that I received the greatest gift of Love from You, My Darling! You gave me Your Heart and Soul and I gave mine to You! There is no greater gift to give or receive! I am eternally thankful for the gifts of love that we have given, shared and exchanged with each other!!
But some of those tears are from the sadness of knowing what I have missed through the years of separation from You even if it was just our bodies. I cannot deny that my body longs for You each day. It still feels the yearning to kiss You, to embrace You, to feel Your skin on mine, to trace Your body with my fingers as an artist would sketch every inch of You and to know again the passions that we shared!
My Heart and My Soul have not had to endure such tears. They both have always been bound to You with bonds that can never be broken by a physical separation. They always comfort me with the memories of You singing and humming and I can’t help but sing along in harmony with You. Your memories always make me happy! Each and every time!
I am writing this to You as physical proof to the Universe, and You, of my undying Love for You and my Lifetime wish and desire to be with You again either in the here and now or in the hereafter!
I am beseeching the Universe to continue to send You the Love and Adoration I have been sending You since the day we parted.
I am the Lover of Your Soul! And I know that You are The Lover of My Soul, too and have been since those times in each other’s arms with our Hearts beating as One and Our Souls intertwined for eternity!
I hate the thought of putting down my pen and the connection I feel to Your Soul at this moment! I desire to keep sending my words to You through the Universe but my body can no longer resist the need for sleep.
And now that I think about it, this isn’t so bad. It only means that I can be with You again in my dreams!! Good night, My Sweet Lover!!
From the Lover of Your Heart, and Your Soul and Your Body now, as always,
Yuri
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved
For those who have not viewed my 2017 and 2018 Archives or
started following my blog recently, please come and explore them!
They are mainly posts of my writing. 2019 is also a good year to explore.
Chuck
The Reluctant Poet
For those of You too young to remember or those who have forgotten one of the greatest romantic movies of all time please watch, stream or rent the movie Dr. Zhivago! For the romantics in the crowd be sure you have Kleenex nearby. Maybe I should have posted a warning too – “TEAR ZONE AHEAD”.
This is my fantasy of what a letter written to “The Lover Of My Soul” might have said.
I hope You enjoyed this and will view my other works as well!
Until Then,
Chuck Lindholm
The Reluctant Poet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
It is again a great honor and privilege for me to have an extremely talented writer grant me permission to read through her back catalog and then present a report on her to you. And thanks to Mr. S. at Sailorpoet for getting me hooked on Back Catalogging! Continue reading
ONE HEART – NOT TWO
By Charles Robert Lindholm 3-15-2017 at 4:45 a.m.
I love to see you smile
when I finally am awake
but then I have to pinch myself
so I know there’s no mistake
By Charles Robert Lindholm
leave me
if you must
leave me
if you can
but you will
always hear
my heart
calling to you Continue reading
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 Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Covered in Amber
the residue of my tears
washing over my memories
down through the years
from long, long ago,
the dark ages of time
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
I wake up suddenly
in the middle of the night
or is it morning
before the dawn’s early light
Dragged from deep, deep sleep Continue reading