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
For perfect love is
unique
Perfect sex is not
exclusive
For perfect sex is
just technique
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
All those yesterdays
ago,
How the regret still
lingers
Of the way I let you
go
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
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,
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
That perfect time I miss
A smile, a look, a
kiss
A moment of bliss
Sweet reminisce.
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 true,
When we’re apart
Our hearts are blue
I love you madly
And you love me too
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Is written in the
stars
Is it the Greeks of
old?
Or could it be ours?
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
