you are the man i wish i had known
back when life was simple
and stolen kisses sweet
you are the man i should have met
when rock was young and we could
dance or make love all night
but should i have married you
stain soul tie splendor with vows?
you are the only one who ever
knew how to press me perfectly
to your heart, its beat my lullaby
you are the man who brings to life
the gentle softness of my love
the seering fire of my passion
your essence is a shinning shield
between me and despair
you are the man i kiss goodnight
in a dream ritual with every
breath of hope left inside me
you are love, you have always
been love to me, never anything less
a warm caress and tender kiss
when the world becomes too much
i find comfort in your loving kindness
rejuvenation in your honest adoration
and rest in your deep voice inviting me
to curl up in your arms and sleep
you are the man of my midnights
who wakes me in the morning sun
i'm the woman who loves the man in you
8/21/2008 La Belle Rouge
"Poetry, Love Whispers"
Music "It Feels So Right"
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Reviewed by Mark Chevalier (Reader)
Reviewed on September 2, 2008
"When the world becomes too much. I find comfort in your loving kindness." What a strong and emotionally charged poem. Begun with a regret, the sense that one turned left when we should have turned right. I once heard it said that life was not fully lived unless there was regret. You placed a context to this conundrum, and so beautifully done!
Be well and be safe, always,
Mark D. Chevalier
so rich with desire and sad too. The question remains: does love die in marriage? Sometimes. Or maybe not. You never know when you are younger what the future will be. I agree with Southern comfort. Excellent twist of the emotions. Liz
Such beauty embraced lovingly in your words Belle!
Love this! Thank you!
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I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Mark D. Chevalier
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Very moving and touching poem.
Mary