SHE LOOKS LIKE THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

 

She looks like the girl next door,

Well my interpretation anyway,

And for me she literally is

The girl next door

The studious Rebecca

Full of cleverness

The only child of the Coopers

Now the studious orphan Rebecca

The bookish girl next door

A homely girl though

In the unpretentious sense

Certainly not plain,

But rather understated

She is unworldly

In as much as the temporal world

Holds no sway for her

Rebecca is an attractive girl

Though not in any obvious way

Dressed casually, always

Mousy hair worn indistinctly

She has never been flash, quirky

Or groundbreaking

No its homespun sweaters

And supermarket jeans

Not exactly the height of fashion

But not dowdy nor frumpy

Unlike most of the world

I look beneath the homespun

As I have all my life

But no one else sees Rebecca

Alas she does not see me

The bookish girl next door

She has her heroes of fiction

How could I compete?

With Ahab or Hornblower

Copperfield or Darcy

MY HEART CARRIES TOO MANY SORROWS

 

My heart carries too many sorrows

Now my yesterday’s outweigh my tomorrows

My spirits sit low in the grey December light

My bones grow weary in the night

I long for the spring sun upon my face

Yet I know that can never again be the case

I wait now in the quiet of another night

In hopeful expectation of the benevolent light

OPEN YOUR EYES ANGEL

 

Open your eyes Angel

Wipe away the sleep

Be very careful

Don’t sell yourself cheap

Watch out angel

Whatever you do

He’ll break your heart

And make you blue

He’ll get what he wants

Then he’ll wave goodbye

Leaving you sullied

Leaving you to cry

He will have a place to go

For his next bit of frilly lace

Another silly girl

Just as easy to disgrace

Another notch on the bedpost

Another easy conquest

Leaving you alone

Broken hearted and bereft

PERFECT LOVE CAN BE ILLUSIVE

 

Perfect love can be illusive

For perfect love is unique

Perfect sex is not exclusive

For perfect sex is just technique

HOLIDAY ROMANCE

 

You wanted love

Sweet thing

A holiday romance

Not a brief fling

You wanted love

Romance and kisses

Holding hands

And making wishes

You sought a lover

In a romantic way

You should have known

At the end of the day

He sought a “gagging for it”

Nice easy lay

That was his idea

Of a romantic holiday

YOU SLIPPED THROUGH MY FINGERS

You slipped through my fingers

All those yesterdays ago,

How the regret still lingers

Of the way I let you go

THE FIRST REAL KISS

 

She leaned her face towards me

Slowly, yet purposefully

And touched my lips gently with hers

For just the merest moment

A single spinetingling moment

Then she stopped

And pulled her head away

Looking deep into my eyes

With a commanding gaze

Which demanded loudly

That I should reciprocate

I wrapped my arms around her waist

Pulling her close to me.

When our lips met this time

They parted on contact

And our tongues flicked

Vigourously exploring each others mouths

It was my first real kiss

And what a kiss it was

A toe curling

Nerve tingling

Sweet moment of bliss

GOLDEN HEADED MAIDEN FAIR

 

All I can do is stand and stare

At the golden headed maiden fair

The girl with the dazzling yellow hair

Oh beautiful maiden standing there

With tresses of dazzling yellow hair

Please be the answer to my prayer

I HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU

 

I have a picture of you,

In my wallet,

It’s a little the worse for wear

But I treasure it

I’m sure you’ll remember it

It was on the sea front

That last day I spent with you

I thought it was a happy day

You seemed happy too

I often study that little snap

Looking for any tell tale signs

But if they exist, they evade me

It doesn’t show in your eyes

There’s no hint in your smile

But still you left me

I STOP, I REMINISCE

 

I stop, I reminisce

That perfect time I miss

A smile, a look, a kiss

A moment of bliss

Sweet reminisce.

YOUR TENDER TOUCH

 

Your tender touch

Meant so much

I miss your touch

A touch too much

Your tender touch

That was nonesuch

OUR LOVE IS OLD

 

Our love is old,

Our love is true,

When we’re apart

Our hearts are blue

I love you madly

And you love me too

WHAT MORE BEAUTY

 

What more beauty could there be

Than in a maiden lithe of limb

With perfect elegance and grace

And a figure both sleek and trim

Beheld in the vision of a man

Who thinks she only has eyes for him

ODE TO MY BEAU

You hold back the night

With your gallantry

You subdue my fears

With your chivalry

You hold me in the light

With your passion for me

 

HOW FAIR BE YOUR COUNTENANCE

 

How fair be your countenance

A beauty fairer than the Rose?

How fair be your fragrance

Is it as pleasing to the nose?

How do you compare to the flower

Perhaps this year you are equals

But with each year passing

You will not match its sequels

RAVEN HEADED MAIDEN FAIR

 

All I can do is stand and stare

At the raven headed maiden fair

The girl with the flowing black hair

Oh beautiful maiden standing there

With tresses of flowing black hair

Please be the answer to my prayer

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE

 

The grass is always greener

And the senses were keener

So I committed a misdemeanour

 

And when away she flew

To her green pastures new

My foolish heart was torn in two

WE HAVE LIVED OUR LIVES TOGETHER

 

We have lived our lives together

And we have reached our Novembers

The once burning fires of our lives

Have been reduced to meagre embers

And yet we can still look forward

To us both sharing our Decembers 

MY STRAWBERRY BLONDE

 

My strawberry blonde

Always topped my list

With Alabaster skin,

Apple blossom kissed

Smooth and silken soft

Just as I had wished

But that was long ago

Now she is sadly missed

THE SLIGHTEST TWINKLE

 

The slightest twinkle

Was evident

In her shining eyes

The hint of a smile

Played about her lips

And her mouth

Went up at the corners

Almost unperceptively 

Her whole countenance

Held in that moment

On the brink

And as the words

Left my lips

The status quo

Was swept away

As the delight

Spread across her face

And my question

Was answered

In the affirmative

WHO’S STORY OF LOVE

 

Who’s story of love

Is written in the stars

Is it the Greeks of old?

Or could it be ours?   

I LOOK BACK FONDLY

 

I look back fondly

To those early days

When we would sit together

On the winter evenings

Beside the roaring fire

And we would sit and talk

Laughing and chatting

In the orange glow

Late into the evening

Until the embers cooled

MESMERISING CHARMS

 

Mesmerising charms

Led me to her arms

A loving place

So why should I run?

 

Love in my heart

I want to share

But I hold back

And I want to run

 

Fear is the key,

A deep fear in me

Of being hurt

So I want to run

 

I need the key

To unlock the chains

That bind my heart

So I won’t run

THE LAST LONG HOUR OF AUTUMN

 

It was late autumn,

The season was dying

When she sat at his bedside

Holding his hand

And quietly crying

As she spent that long last hour

Saying her final goodbye

WE SAT COOLLY IN THE SHADE

 

We sat coolly in the shade

Of a maple tree

enjoying our picnic

And freshly brewed tea

Days of innocence

When our spirits were free

And I proposed and then

You and I became we

WE WALKED ALONG THE SHORE

 

We walked along the shore

As the sunset was at its death

As the breeze caressed your hair

And I was jealous of its breath

ACROSS THE LONELY VOID

Hands reach out

Across the lonely void

Groping in the darkness

Reaching for love,

Blindly searching

For a kindred spirit

A lottery of chance

Without an angel’s

Tender guidance

JEZEBEL STRUCK

 

Jezebel struck

At the heart of their love

With eagles talons

To tear at their bond

But such was their love

Her intrusion failed

As his breast was

Armoured like a knight

And she slinked away

SHE GAVE ME A PRECIOUS THING

 

She gave me her heart

A precious thing

She said belonged to me

It was beyond priceless

I should have treasured it

Guarded it with my life

But I was a complacent fool

And she took it back

It will never again be mine

And I have shed

A thousand lonely tears

As for her heart I pine

HE MADE SUCH A HANDSOME OFFICER

 

She was so proud of him

When she saw him in his uniform

He made such a handsome officer

Like everyone she was caught up

In the patriotic fervour

She wasn’t concerned about the war

“It’ll be over by Christmas” everyone said

He would soon be home again

So she revelled in the beauty 

Of her gallant hero

And she waved him off to war

She was so in love

With her officer beau

and that moment lived long

In her memory

It was her last memory of him

For the war wasn’t over by Christmas

And he wasn’t home again

THE SMILE THAT GRACED

 

The smile that graced

Her sweet face

Was aimed at me,

And her eyes

Gazed deeply into mine,

With seemingly boundless love

Feelings which I requited

And yet as our hands

Reached out

To hold on to our love

It slipped like quicksilver

Through our needy fingers

And we were torn in two

THE SEEDS OF LOVE

 

The Seeds of love move

Wind-blown in the breeze

And settle on fertile ground

To germinate in willing hearts

IN THE INTOXICATING CLOUD

 

Losing yourself

In the intoxicating cloud

Of loves first blush

When passion blinds

All judgement

In an all consuming

Giddying jig

Loves refrain

Plays on during

The Joyful dance

Which comes to an end

With the weaving

Of two souls

Until Both hearts

Beat in unison

I HEAR MUSIC ON THE WIND FROM THE SEA

 

I hear music on the wind from the sea

I see faces in the clouds in the sky

I smell fragrant flowers everywhere I go

And you honey are the reason why

FALL INTO MY ARMS

 

Fall into my arms

My love

And lay with me

I will hold you there

And if my love

You stay with me

I will cover you

With loving kisses

So let me hold you

And caress you

Let our two hearts

Beat as one

And I will forever

Be yours

NO OTHER SOUL

 

No other soul

In the world,

Makes me

Feel so alive

As you

When your love

Touches my heart

SHE MEANT THE WORLD TO ME

 

She meant the world to me

But I set her free

Now I watch her passing by

And wonder how and why

I could have let her go

And the truth is, I don’t know

THE GENTLE HEART

 

The gentle heart, that

Once held love for me

Now holds only

An utter Contempt

For I lost my head

For a pretty face

So I lost her love

And now I’m lost

IF ONLY SHE WOULD TURN

 

If only she would turn

And smile at me,

Then in that moment

I would see

I would know

That she loves me

But she does not turn

She does not smile

So I languish in solitude

And hope that one day

She will turn

And smile at me

SHOW ME HOW TO CLOSE THE DISTANCE

 

Show me how to close the distance

Betwixt me and your heart

What words remain unspoken?

Show me what I should do

I will break no promise

I will leave all vows unbroken

Love is all I have to offer

And a true and honest heart

I won’t treat you as some token

So show me how to close the distance

Betwixt me and your heart

ALL THE RICHES

He brings her luxuries

From distant shores

Designer gowns,

Lingerie of silk and lace

Handmade shoes

The rarest orchids,

Precious gem stones.

Lustrous Pearls

Exquisite golden baubles

Watches, bracelets, rings

He gave her everything

He thought her heart desired

Except the one thing she craved

His unconditional love 

LOVELORN LANE

 

Heart fluttering,

Stomach churning,

In anticipation

As she enters the lane

Expectation heightens

As she proceeds

Closer with each step

Towards the moment,

The anticipated moment

When he comes into view

Every day it happened

In the leafy lane

They would pass

They would look

They would smile

Then she would anticipate

The next day’s encounter

BLEEDING HEART

 

Her heart aches

With the pain of a faded love

Teardrops stain her cheeks

But cannot salve her sorrow

While his heart is elsewhere

Hers dies in her breast

AFFAIR OF THE HEART

 

Her heart once full of love

Now harbours only sorrow

The love once ablaze

Is just a guttering candle

Her heart was won

With a poets words

And flowers of romance

Fragrant and sweet scented

The words are but hollow echoes

And the vibrant flowers

Are withered and odourless

Now as the tears come

Her only memories are

Of false promises

And deceitful words

MY HISTORY IS ONE OF SADNESS

 

My history is one of sadness

Lonely and loveless

No memories of joy to comfort

Only the emptiness

Of a life spent alone

Like Robinson Crusoe

On his desert island

I sit surround by the ocean

Inhospitable and deep

In my life the ocean is the world

The blue water

Its inhabitants

Washing up to my shore

But always washing away again

Tantalising and teasing

But I cannot embrace the waves

I must remain alone

On my desert island

Looking out to sea

ABOVE A MOONLIT MEADOW

 

Above a moonlit meadow

The stars begin to shine

As I plight my troth in earnest

And hope to make you mine

I BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

 

I believe in love at first sight

That precious moment

When two people meet their match

Like a key and a lock

Coming together in synchronicity

And the abiding love

Both deep and passionate

That can be unlocked

A PERFECT DAY

 

A perfect day

Spent with you

The two of us

That’s my view

No one else

Just us two

A perfect day

Spent with you

RHYTHMIC LIFE

 

I have a life with rhythm

And clarity of purpose

That defines me perfectly

And that clear rhymic life

Is your great gift to me

A gift given before God

When we joined in matrimony

The depth of our union

And the depth of our love

Will not easily be bested

EXTRAORDINARY GIRL

 

For a young girl,

Well compared to me,

You have done something

Extraordinary to me

You have warmed my cold heart

You have cleansed my unclean soul

You have instilled purpose

Where there was none

Out of despair I now have hope

You have laid the ghosts of my past

So I now have a future

LOVE CONQUERS ALL?

 

Who ever said

“Love conquers all”

Obviously hadnt met you

Normal rules seem not to apply

I surrendered my heart

I bared my soul

All to no avail

You just used me

Then cast me aside

So I am once again alone

APPLE OF MY EYE

 

You are the apple of my eye

Sitting seductively silent

I seem to feel lust and love

Almost in equal measure

Your mere existence

Has brightened my being

And stirred my soul

And awakened feelings

Long buried

But after the lust evaporates

The love will remain

A more tangible emotion

So let us make memories

That we can treasure

ELAINE

 

I remember the first time

That I saw Elaine

Just one look

And I was smitten

But I couldn’t speak to her

I just watched

And admired

She caught me looking

Once or twice

And she smiled

Her smile was nice

But I looked away embarrassed

The last time she suddenly got up

And to my utter dismay

She was coming my way

I though she would have a go

About me staring

But no she said “hello”

And told me her name

Then for the longest time

She just looked at me

As I stuttered and stammered

Then she kissed me

GRACE

 

When I saw her

I fell in love with Grace

Though her reputation

Was as a straight lace

But I didn’t see that

At all in her face

I went and asked “Would

You dance with me Grace”

She said she would

“But nothing fast paced”

So I placed my hand

On the curve of her waist
And pulled her towards me

And though she was chaste

She didn’t pull away

Or repell my haste

So I danced the next dance

With the beautiful Grace

And the one after that

With a smile on my face

We left the dance floor

With fingers interlaced

On the day I placed my hand

On the curve of her waist
Was the day I fell in love

And my life was Graced

DECENT PROPOSAL

 

The traditional way

Is now rather passé

And may have had its day

But I will ask thee

While on bended knee

If thou wilt marry me

BECAUSE MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE

 

Because my love for you is true

There is nothing I won’t do for you

Except for this one small thing

Which is that I won’t do nothing

I SHOULD HAVE TRIED MUCH HARDER

 

I should have tried much harder

Looking back upon that day

I should have fought for you

I should have tried every way

You were the very best of me

Around you my heart lightend

In your presence I walked on air

Around you my spirits brightened

I lost myself in my own conceit

I was consumed by self obsession

I stopped seeing you as precious

And treated you like my possession

 

I should have tried much harder

On that day so very long ago

I should have fought for you

Instead I ran away and let you go

MY LOVE IS FOREVER

 

My love is forever

For even if we part

You will never

Completely leave my heart

I WALK ON EGGS

 

I walk on eggs

To protect the fragile peace

I try to be invisible

As I dread your displeasure so

But even in the midst

Of such an uneasy peace

I fear your rejection

For being invisible is still better

Than not being there at all

A BOOK ON THE SHELF

 

A book on the shelf

Passed by, passed over

Rejected by browsers

Ignored by casual trade

Over looked by readers of discernment

Often handled but never understood

A book on the shelf

Unwanted and unappreciated

Unloved and forlorn waits patiently

For that one special wordsmith

Who will see the small tome

Among the vast bibliotheca

And admire the cover,

The quality of the fabric

Its exquisite binding

He will handle the book

Feel its weight and worth in one carress

And will appreciate its quality.

When he turns the pages

He will engage with the contents

Understanding its language

Each perfect word on each pristine page

This will be a story of such worth

When the wordsmith finds

This book on the shelf

UNITY

 

Being together

Without words,

Thoughts trancend

The empty silence

To find balance

In perfect union,

A comfortable congress

A LIVING DREAM

 

A living dream

Changes the moments

Of my everyday existance

Into a time of bliss.

WHEN YOU SIT NEXT TO ME

 

When you sit next to me

The skies seem to brighten

I feel sunlight on my skin

And all my senses heighten

Just being in such close proximity

Makes my old heart lighten

Just imagine if you only knew me

Then I’d be as invincible as a titan

RADIANCE AND BEAUTY

Radiance and beauty

Seeps out from your every pore,

Pure loveliness

I FEEL SUCH A LOVE

 

I feel such a love

Pulsating through my lonely heart

Rippling through my soul

WOODLAND COURTING

 

Birds are singing high up in the sycamore

Squirrels busy themselves in the chestnut.

Trees sway in the breeze

Limbs out stretched towards the sun

As in the dampled sunlight,

We walk hand in hand below

Slowly wandering the wood

Through shadows and the sunshine

The humming wings of insects

Our only company

In the shade the spiders silk spun web

Awaits its unsuspecting pray

While I am caught in a different web

On a perfect afternoon

That I wish will last forever