Sifting through pages on my desk.
Looking for answers to my quest.
Finding memories under the page.
Yesterdays romance, todays rage.
There in the dust, I read not a word.
But under the dust, a heart is heard.
Moments so tender, I do so recall.
Passionate pleasures before the fall.
But in love's not trying, would be a mistake.
Still love's sweet touches, I do emulate.
Pages of papers, why are they here?
Throw them away, please disappear.
But trashing of papers, would never erase.
My minds memories or smiles to my face.
Keep them or cover them, burn them too.
I love the memories, but I'm over you.
My mind now focused, the bittersweet end.
That too is a memory,tomorrows best friend.
I look for tomorrow, for love that will last.
Put back the papers, for that is my past.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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rhyme, words........and sentiment
this is love and wisdom rolled up into one! bravo!!!!!!!!
pax A
Love Tinka