Touch me love,
Let me feel if your love is real,
My world is soft and grey,
Muted tones that fade away,
When I draw near,
I need to know if I can still feel…
I am sleeping through life,
Numb and cold,
Too many winters are passing,
And I am feeling so old.
Just once I want to reach out,
And brush your hair from your eyes,
Touch your lips with mine,
Forget how quickly time flies!
I want to be lost in the moment,
Of loving you,
Make me young again!
I want to look in the mirror,
And watch the years fade away,
Live my life in a single day!
Touch me love,
Run your fingers over my lips,
Drink my soul until you are full,
Fill me with the love you say is real!
Touch me until I began to feel,
Autumn is here the leaves are dying,
Falling from the trees in soft waves,
As I am falling into my grave…
Catch me love,
Hold me in your arms,
Wake me from this despairing dream,
And help me live again!
Beneath the rushing of the waters' flow is Life and Eternal Love.
blessin's, and thank you so poignantly for writing about my favorite time of year Retta.
You are only as old or as young as you feel and that
is the honest truth! I am testament to that fact!
I have lived a lifetime in the short 34 years I have been
on this planet. You can only imagine which I am sure you
have stories as well. Please look to the positive and
love yourself. It took me 34 years before I actually realized
I LOVE MYSELF! Then, I could allow my family to love me and I felt
stronger.
Excellent poem.
Love,
Becca, Brain Faithful
The passion of love dispels all fears and anxieties Retta..
We never grow old as long as we remember to keep on loving...
Peter
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 11, 2004
Wishful thinking, for sure. There is nothing wrong with wishful thinking, that is what wishes do, make you think. Even tho we cannot turn back one single day of our life, the passion of a lover can, and does, make us forget, for a fleeting moment, and that is good.
Awesome write Retta. I've been randomly selecting people
I haven't read in awhile, and I'm glad I came into your page.
You have a rare talent that is woven into this beautiful
poem.
Retta, growing old is never thought of as sanctified, but it does seem to have it's advantages. We get to remember how wonderful it felt to be held close and loved.
He'll be there to catch you..and again you'll remember without fail his love for you.
Awesome write Retta!
Great moving expression Reatta, I felt each and every line as I read. Quite a few of us share these same feelings. Growing old brings wisdom and comfort if we are smart. The problem is, it's hard to be smart when your world seems to be crashing. We gain in some ways and lose in others. Life becomes a trade off of win and lose, lose and win. l&p G
such a sumptuous flow of emotion and the desire to rekindle life itself ...
Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on October 10, 2004
Retta!
This one touched my soul... This one has a sting. Fabulous! It comes from the same place as my recent one 'All for Love' but the expression of the concept of emotional anaesthesia v's the vulnerability of feeling is expressed quite differently.
I put this one to the test; it passed - with my wife having chills down her arms - the sure sign that what she has read has reach her inner being to great depths. Thought you'd like to know that. Thanks, dear heart. - Bill
absolutely beautiful......the best i have read from you......
into my library it goes!!!
pax
A
wish i wrote it!
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
Reviewed on October 10, 2004
This is an excellent write. I loved the words flowing in this write. Really so romantic and excellent ... Can feel the depth of trueness in your heart. Excellent .. Keep it up ...
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Deputy Dave Jenkins investigates the murder of local high school principal, Jerry Egge, but this is a multi-faceted novel that deals with spiritualism, romance, friendship, and children who fall through the cracks.
"Murder isn't usually this
Deputy Dave Jenkins investigates the murder of local high school principal, Jerry Egge, but this is a multi-faceted novel that deals with spiritualism, romance, friendship, and children who fall through the cracks.
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Exquisite!
vesna:)
Touch me love,
Run your fingers over my lips,
Drink my soul until you are full,
Fill me with the love you say is real!
Touch me until I began to feel,
Autumn is here the leaves are dying,
Falling from the trees in soft waves,
As I am falling into my grave…
There is beauty
with every words scribed
in this poem
William ......Peace
blessin's, and thank you so poignantly for writing about my favorite time of year Retta.
cynth'ya lewis reed
is the honest truth! I am testament to that fact!
I have lived a lifetime in the short 34 years I have been
on this planet. You can only imagine which I am sure you
have stories as well. Please look to the positive and
love yourself. It took me 34 years before I actually realized
I LOVE MYSELF! Then, I could allow my family to love me and I felt
stronger.
Excellent poem.
Love,
Becca, Brain Faithful
We never grow old as long as we remember to keep on loving...
Peter
I haven't read in awhile, and I'm glad I came into your page.
You have a rare talent that is woven into this beautiful
poem.
~Linda
Blue skies and sunshine
Of loving you,
A moment we all cherish, especially in the autumns of our lives.
A very powerful poem, Reindeer, and a truly awesome picture.
He'll be there to catch you..and again you'll remember without fail his love for you.
Awesome write Retta!
Lisa
TRASK
This one touched my soul... This one has a sting. Fabulous! It comes from the same place as my recent one 'All for Love' but the expression of the concept of emotional anaesthesia v's the vulnerability of feeling is expressed quite differently.
Thank you!
I miss Autumn, and have stolen your scene to remember it by.
May your love last until the winter comes.
Ron
Beautiful picture.......
wake me from this despairing dream,
and help me live again!
what a cry from the heart--i hope you wake up soon--POWERFULLY effective poem--felt the sadness :(
((((HUGS)))) and love, karla. :(
Warm Love Tinka
Carmen :-)
You have penned perfection with this one! I can't tell you
how much this moved me...
into my library it goes!!!
pax
A
wish i wrote it!
A