in those early days
loving her felt like dying from passion to gaze upon her face her lips which quivered when she smiled those dark brown eyes sometimes almost dark like chocolate to look at her thusly could send me into the stratosphere and her simple touch could bring me back to solid earth she touched me where none had before she stood strong when standing strong was needed all for me sacrificed her desire many times for mine when I found myself walking through the minefield of insecurity she was my rock always there smiling, standing strong for me you said much the same about me we leaned on one another all those years if you were disappointed with your life and me you never let it show until the ravages of hell descended upon you even then when I looked into those eyes I saw Dottie of old not the ravaged one going through hell the pain you suffered was relatively short I am grateful for that I think of those last days daily can't help it couldn't help it then but mostly I think of those wonderful, wonderful good times great times fantastic times we had getting to where we were it has been years since you left just want you to know my love is still strong
Sad and beautiful. One can feel her, feel the love. She must have been a lovely person, as a rock can be so solid and beautiful. You have got your own unique style, Jerry, and it works. Unlike a lot of poetry, which can be a chore, one just wants to keep reading through your stuff. Keep at it. If there's more in you like this, then it's all worth it.
This is so "from the heart"! What a woman she must have been! Your tribute, your words.....show magnitudes of adoration and gratitude to "Dottie"! Very touching!
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
Sandie
Ron
Love ya!
Jane