The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – Liberation Day, Channel Islands

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and one of the rooms was occupied by Paul Jansen, who was part of a wedding party and was a both a business associate of the bride’s father and a friend of the family.

The wedding reception was to be held later that day in the Ballroom, which was where he should have been, checking everything was in order but instead he used his key card to open the door to the bridal suite and as he stepped in Sophia Levitton turned and smiled at him.

“I was hoping you would come”

“I couldn’t keep away” he said

Sophia was sitting at the dressing table wearing only her white lingerie and stockings and behind her, laid out on the bed was an ivory wedding dress. 

Paul walked up behind her and looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror and placed his hands lightly on her naked shoulders and held her gaze as he gently slipped the bra straps down her arms, and she closed her eyes as his hands journeyed down inside her lingerie.

 

Sophia collapsed onto the bed next to her wedding dress with Paul panting beside her.  

“That was so good” she sighed

“The last time as a single woman” he said and playfully slapped her buttock before starting to redress himself.

“And so much better than my first as a married woman will be” she said and rolled over onto her back.  

“You could elope with me” he said

“You know I want to” she replied

Nothing would have pleased her more than to run away and marry her lover Paul, but her father Michael would never have tolerated it, it would have never been forgiven.

He banged on endlessly about the importance of tradition and marrying within her faith and how it was imperative she went through with an arranged marriage.

She had been raised as a dutiful Jewish daughter and agreed, however reluctantly, but her heart belonged to Paul.

But she hated her father as he had proven himself to be unworthy of her loyalty, as she had discovered that the wedding was actually a business transaction and had little or nothing to do with duty, honour and faith and was more to do with being married off to the highest bidder.

“Then come with me now” he urged “We could be in Guernsey by morning”

“My father will never forgive me” she said as she sat up

“I know”

“Or you” she added

“I know, and I don’t care”

“And he will never do business with you again” she pointed out

“I only tolerate him because I love you” he said and offered her his hand, which she took

“Do you mean it?” she asked as he pulled her to her feet

“Do you doubt it?” he retorted

“Not for a moment” she replied, and they kissed

“So, are we doing this?” he asked

“Yes, but I need to change” she replied and began to undo her suspenders

“No don’t take them off, you’re going to need those?”

“Oh” she replied “So you only want me for my underwear”

“I want you under any circumstances” he corrected her “I want you in the lingerie, because it was what you were wearing the last time we made love when you were another man’s bride, and I want you to be wearing it the first time I make love to you as my bride to be”

“I want that too” she said which put a bloom on the cheeks of the blushing bride.

 

After pulling her jeans on over her white stockings and a t-shirt over her top, she threw a few essentials, and those items that were precious to her into a bag and they left the bridal suite and waited in his suite while he did the same, the rest could be collected at a later date.

They then snuck down the back stairs and out the fire escape twenty yards from where his car was parked, there were a few guests wandering the grounds, enjoying the fine weather, he didn’t recognise any of them, but he took no chances and opened the back door and Sophie slipped onto the back seat where she hid under his coat.

He got in the car and quickly checked she couldn’t be seen before he drove off.

Once they were past the milling guests and through the village she was able to sit up.

He pulled into a layby and she got in the passenger seat and buckled up and they set off again.

He phoned the Hotel manager, Hannah Morgan, on route to Grace Hill airfield, where he kept a twin-engine Cessna, and explained his rushed departure, and settled his bill and instructed her regarding his luggage.

“They’ve noticed you’ve gone” he said when he disconnected

“And your Dad is seriously pissed off”

“Good” she said

 

“Last chance to turn back” he said as they sat in the plane taxiing on to the runway

“I don’t need another chance, I’ve made my decision” she said and looked at him “And I know it’s the right one and I never want to go back”

The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – Bookworms

The Clerembeax’s arrived in Downshire following the Norman conquests and stayed for a thousand years before the name died out following the death of the reclusive Marcus Clerembeax at the age of 96.

He had lived alone, apart from a butler and a cook, for 50 years after the tragic deaths of his two sons in the hedonistic sixties as a result of an excess of drugs and alcohol.

His wife chose to deal with the loss by taking her own life the day after the funeral while Marcus decided his best course of action was to turn his back on the world and hide himself away.  

Following his death in the autumn of 2015, with no direct heirs it took the Clerembeax solicitors, Beaumont, Villiers and Goodfellow, more than a year to find a legitimate Heir to inherit the estate, and that was 50 year old distant cousin Yvonne Labuschagne, and she took up residence in the January of 2017.

She was by profession a masseuse and had worked for many years along with her late husband at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean.

But with her inheritance she had the means and the venue to open her own Spa at the Clerembeax Palace but the house needed work.

The exterior was fine as the reclusive Marcus had been sensible enough to keep the fabric of the building well maintained.

She wasn’t sure about keeping the word “Palace” in the name because the building didn’t really look very palatial, mainly due to the fact that the original Clerembeax Palace burned down in the 19^th century so the present manifestation was in fact a rather gaudy Victorian monstrosity in comparison, though it was not without its charms.

The interior had stood the test of time far less well and needed at the very least a lot of TLC.

The 19^th century plumbing certainly wouldn’t stand the rigors of a 21^st century Spa and the electrics needed a complete rewire.

While the Library was both a blessing and a curse, the latter because it took up so much space and the former because it was full of valuable old books, which was where Jennifer Bardsley and Paige Turners came in.

Her skill at seeking out the illusive and the obscure meant that Paige Turners were the “go to” people if you wanted something different, special or that which had eluded you.

So it was in her role as book expert extraordinaire that she was the first guest to stay at the Clerembeax, albeit a nonpaying one, while she catalogued the books and documents in the Library.  

When she had completed her cataloguing and appraisal of the Library she gave Yvonne a ball park figure of what she might expect at auction from the rarest volumes and she nearly fainted.

The understanding when Paige Turners undertook the appraisal was that they would have first refusal on the contents at the market value but they recommended O’Sullivan and Springthorpe to sell the really valuable items at auction and Paige Turners would take a small commission.

 

Fifty-year-old Yvonne was a small dark-haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was widely considered to be attractive, but despite that she was on her own since her husband’s early death, and it was the one regret she had in her life, however she hoped that would change when the Spa was up and running.

But as part of the process Jennifer Bardsley introduced her to Account Manager, Gareth Fackrell from Paige Turners, who was handling the sale of the books through O’Sullivan and Springthorpe, and they got to spend quite a lot of time with each other, which suited Yvonne down to the ground.

The initial meetings took place at Paige Turners offices in Mornington, which Yvonne referred to as the “Bookworms”, but most of the times they met subsequently they were in coffee shops or pub restaurants, but she for one always looked forward to those meetings.

But as pleasant as those occasions were, there was never any breakdown of the client/account manager relationship.

However their final meeting was at the “Palace” on the eve of World Book Day, it was an impromptu meeting, called at short notice by Gareth, and despite the fact that their relationship had never been anything other than professional she still dressed up for the meeting.

 

“Gareth” Yvonne said and kissed his cheek “Come through to the kitchen”

“Hello Yvonne, sorry for the hastily arranged meeting but I have something I think you’ll be really happy to see”

“Really? I’m intrigued” she said and turned to face him.

“I have here” he said opening his brief case and taking out a document and putting it on the table, “the latest balance sheet including all of February sales, which equates to 80 percent of the contents of your library to date”

“What am I looking at?” she asked as she perused the balance sheet

“Well this is the crucial number” he said pointing it out.

“Ok, but what does it mean?”

“That is the total figure for book sales, less auctioneers fees and Paige Turners commission, that’s what it means”

“What?” she exclaimed “That’s… mine?”

“Yes every penny” he replied

“My God I didn’t realise there were so many Book Worms in the World” she said and then she began to jump up and down, squealing with delight, and then she threw her arms around Gareth and kissed him.

Which initially took him by surprise but he soon gathered himself and joined in, and as it was the first time she’d kissed a man other than her husband since she was at University, as well as being the first since her husbands died, it was one hell of a kiss.

Snippets of Downshire Life – Out of Left Field

George had been away on an outward-bound course, one of those team building kind of affairs, and the first thing he did on returning home was to sit on his sofa and wade through the emails that had accumulated.

Most of them were of no importance so they went straight into trash, the rest comprised of a number from Gayle Lindon, from the office, gently reminding him that he hadn’t submitted his expenses lately.

He had always found her to be an attractive woman but a bit too forceful and a bit bossy.

Luckily before leaving for the Pepperstock National Park, “for team bonding”, he managed to get ahead of the curve and got most of his receipts entered so it only took some little time for him to get them up to date and fire them off to her, which he hoped, would keep her quiet for a week or two at least.

 

Once he had finished all his correspondence, his thoughts returned to Geraldine, as they had for most of his time away.

During his enforced isolation, with no access to technology or communication devices, he had a lot of time to think, and most of those thoughts were about Geraldine, and on his return to civilization he was eager to speak with her but he wasn’t getting any response on her mobile so he phoned her office the next morning and asked to speak with her and was informed by Miranda, an unhelpful receptionist, that she was not available, so he was about to leave a message for her to call him but instead he asked

“Is her brother Danny available?”

It turned out that he was, as his was the next voice he heard 

“Danny speaking”

“Hi Dan, its George” he said

“Hi George, how are things?” he asked

“Not bad” he replied “Listen I’m trying to get hold of Gerry”

“She unexpectedly had to fly to the States on Saturday morning” he responded “And she’s staying over there for Thanksgiving”

“Damn” he cursed

“Anything I can help with?” he asked

“Not really” he said, “It’s a question only she can answer”

“Well I’m sure she will if she can,” he said “I’ll get her to call you”

And he had to leave it at that.

 

It was much later that day when he received a call.

“George” she said brightly “Sorry it’s taken so long to get back to you, but the time difference really messes with my head”

“That’s ok” he lied, but it was so good to hear her voice

“I was just hoping we could get together”

“I would like that”

“Ok great” he said “when?”

“Well I get back in late on Friday which means on Saturday I’m going to be an absolute cabbage so how about Sunday” she suggested

“How about lunch maybe, but just you and me”

“Definitely” he replied “phone me with the where and when”

 

He was disappointed initially with not being able to say all the things that he wanted to say to her, all the things that he had been dying to say since the team bonding exercise when it dawned on him that he was in love with her, and that came right out of left field.

But that upset was more than offset by her proviso in reference to lunch when she added “But just you and me”

So, he was elated, but the only downside was that he had to wait a for a week before he could see her, but at least they could skype, so he had something to be thankful for.

Snippets of Downshire Life – The Old Flame

Owen Conway had been in Abbottsford for a business meeting and after a fruitful meeting and an exceptionally nice meal, and it was about six o’clock when he decided to make a move, so he said his goodbyes and headed off to catch his train.

It was snowing heavily and when he reached the station he found that no trains were running, so he tried the taxi rank but there were no cabs to be found.

After checking the bus terminal, he decided to abandon any hope of transport and turned his attention to finding a bed for the night and rushed off in the direction of the nearest hotel.

The snow was falling faster than ever as he pressed on into the teeth of the blizzard with his head down and was concentrating hard to keep his feet when he was hit on his left side hard enough to put him on the ground. 

He was winded by the fall and ended up on his back looking up at a small figure wrapped up against the weather.

“Are you ok?” the figure said, her voice muffled by her scarf “Are you hurt?”

“Just my pride” he said as he scrambled ungainly to his feet

“I’m so sorry” the muffled voice said

“That’s ok, no harm done” he said as he brushed the snow off himself and his small assailant assisted him in the cleanup and generally fussed around him.

 

When his assailant was content that he was presentable again they continued their previous paths and found that they were bound for the same destination, as the two of them were both had their hands on front door of the Unicorn Inn Express.       

Once they were inside he looked closely at the small figure wrapped up against the weather with melting snow on their shoulders.

Only their eyes and nose were visible between the wool hat and matching scarf and given their stature and their dazzling eyes he was sure it was a woman and his suspicions were soon confirmed when she loosened the scarf and exposed her smiling face, and it was no ordinary smiling face, and no ordinary woman, it was Yvonne Carpenter, who was not only one of the participants of the fruitful meeting he had had earlier, she was also an old flame and seeing her again was one of the most fruitful moments of his life since they broke up, and judging by her smile it seemed as if it had been for her too.

“Hello” he said and returned her smile and then they went to the reception desk.

“Good evening” the receptionist said, “Do you have a reservation?”

“No, I’m afraid not” he said

“Then I’m afraid it’s a case of Hobsons Choice” the receptionist said “As there is only one room available”

This announcement left him in something of a quandary, should he claim the room because he got there first, or should he do the noble thing, the gallant thing, and let her take the room, because he was a gentleman.

“We’ll take it” she announced and that night while the snow fell heavily on Abbottsford Owen and Carrie felt the warmth of the glowing embers of their former love and rekindled the old flame that had never died.

 

 

Moments of Love

IN THE COMPANY OF ANGELS

If I am the first to go
I will wait for you in the place
Where the crowns of Angels glow

If I go first because I lost the fight
I will be waiting with the Father
Where the tunnel opens into light

If I am the first one there
I will await you in lush meadows
Where heady perfume fills the air

If I go first and leave you lonely
We will meet again in paradise
In our loved ones company

If I am the first to go, allay your fears
I will be waiting in the place
Where there are no more tears

If I go before you and we must part
I will wait for you in heaven
Where sweet music soothes the heart

If I am first to go we will meet again
In a far better place than this
Where God has banished pain

If I go first through the eternal door
You will find me with the angels
Where suffering is no more

If I am first to go by days or years
You will find me waiting there
Far beyond this vale of tears

TOUGH LOVE

If you fall in love
And get your fingers burnt
If you give all of yourself
And end up broken hearted
Don’t withdraw from life
Get back in the saddle
Dip your toe once more into the mire
Don’t deny yourself the chance
To swim again in an ocean of desire
You must be immersed
In an ocean of emotional tempest
To feel alive, to be alive
You must take off your vest
Before May is out
Take a risk, take a gamble
If you don’t buy a ticket
You can never win the jackpot
Its better to open up to danger
Take the knocks and live

ANNE

Anne stood on a still riverbank at peace
A silent and untroubled location
She knew well that then was the very last time
She would stand in that special place alone
A joining of hearts in the days to come
Meant her life would be forever altered
Remembrances filled her young head
Of when her own council was all she had
No more, since he entered her life
A soul mate and kindred spirit, lover
A friend and yet so much more besides
The other half of her found at long last
And with this new stranger reunited
They will share the love that is requited

UNAFFECTED

She was beautiful, elegant, graceful
She held herself with dignity and poise
Yet was unaware of her own attraction
At school, boys of her age, for want of her
Cried themselves to sleep, she was unaware
She turned heads and yet did not notice
This was not arrogance or even aloofness
She did not see herself as others did
It had always been so, Her innocence
Not that she did not date boys or even men
She was neither virginal nor chaste
She was chased and pursued but not caught
Her heart when given went to the one man
Who saw beneath as only a soul mate can

UNDER THE CLOCK

Suited and booted he sat waiting there
Perched on the edge of his seat, restless
He sat watching the great clock hands moving
Slowly as they ticked off the minutes
His palms sweated and his heart pounded
As he waited beneath the great clock face
He asked himself “what was he doing”?
A blind date what was he thinking, madness
He was too old for blind dates far too old
Why did he agree, what would they talk about
He wasn’t young, he wasn’t cool, he was
More Wilson Philips than Wilson picket
But there she was not too young and lovely
His mouth was dry and he felt a bit faint
“I was terribly nervous about tonight”
She said putting him straight at his ease
She slipped off her coat effortlessly
With an easy grace and elegance
When he took off his coat, he hit his arm
On the wall, hit a woman on the back
And knocked over a lamp, she laughed
Sympathetically and she bad him sit

EVERY CORNER OF THE WORLD (1)

I have stood in view of the far pavilions
I have stood upon the great lakes shore
I have stood in the heat of the hottest desert
I have stood at Niagara and looked in awe
I have seen many things in my long life
It is my plan to live to see many more
But I know I will never see more beauty
Now I stand beside you of that I’m sure

EVERY CORNER OF THE WORLD (2)

From the land of the long white cloud
To the land of the midnight sun
I will follow you to the ends of the earth
Because for me you’re the only one

A STRANGER THAT I KNOW

I approached a stranger, a woman
Though not a stranger, some how familiar
In some way, In her pale eyes I saw what?
Recognition? There was something but what
We held each other’s gaze and then she stood
We faced each other in silence, watching
She offered her hand to me smiling
I took it and smiled back, in silence
Her hand soft and gentle lay on my own
Then her fine delicate fingers fitted
Between mine like pieces of a puzzle
Placed to fit perfectly, completing
A picture of lost moments found once more
She spoke and opened an eternal door

DREAM LAKE

The dark lake at midnight reflected back
Her own image, she knew this to be her
Bu why was she at the lake at midnight
Why did she not know how she got there?
And why was she naked one the lake shore
A cool breeze blew off the quiet water
It played gently with her auburn curls
Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her
She felt her nipples erect then shivered
But not from the cold, she felt a passion
Welling up within her, a heat she had
Not felt before and may never feel again
Was everything as it appeared to seem
Or was it in fact just a vivid dream

SHE FILLS MY THOUGHTS

She fills my thoughts before I sleep
And she’s there again when I awake

I have given my heart without regret
I gave it to her for my hearts sake

We have found an all-embracing love
If I lost her now my heart would break

THE BREATH OF LIFE

The most wonderful girl
To ever draw the breath of life
How honored I would be
If she agreed to be my wife
We will navigate together
Through adversity and strife
To be parted from her love
Would cut me like a knife
I will take my place beside her
And we will make ourselves a life

The most wonderful woman
To draw the breath of life
How honored I was that she
Agreed to be my wife
We did navigate together
Through adversity and strife
To be parted from her love
Would cut me like a knife
I took my place beside her
And we have made ourselves a life

NO MORE MONOCHROME

Color lives where once was only monochrome
A symphony resounding instead of monotone
Tranquility resides where once the tempest raged
A life both rich and warm like a fine wine aged
A light illuminating what was darkly shrouded
Blue skies prevail when once they were clouded
A world with no more madness as I return to sanity
A life with no more uncertainty only simple clarity
Abiding warmth replacing the chill winters cold
Dormant senses come alive when your hand I hold
Happiness has banished anguish pain and sorrow
Happiness with you yesterday today and tomorrow

UNWELCOME NEWS

At once she understood
When she heard the words
Their meaning clear
And in that instant
Her voice broke
And then in her throat
A lump formed
Behind her eyes
She felt the stinging
And a tear formed
Then rolled down her cheek
Followed by another
Then another
The salt taste was in her mouth
Her shoulders shook
Uncontrollably
And her mouth opened wide
But know sound escaped
Tears continued down her cheeks
And her nose
Then her legs buckled
And she fell to her knees
In total despair
Now the sound came
Uncontrollable
With her love lost
Her heart was broken
With her love betrayed
Her heart was discarded
But with all the weeping
She knew inside
That all her tears
Would never extinguish her love

IN THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN

I lie in the first light of dawn
Alone, thinking of her
Wishing her next to me
Feeling her breath
Against my skin
Her breasts
Pressed against me
In the quiet of the new day
Hearing her breathing
I ache for her touch
I long for her soft body
Against mine
In the dawns pale light
And in the darkness
I want her
But she is gone
She is mine no more
Never again will my hands
Caress her form
Never again will I hear
Her murmur and sigh in pleasure
She is mine no more
My angel of the night
Has left my side
And dwells now
With others of her kind

REFRESHED

Laughter rings now
In the once empty caverns
Of my heart
Sweet wine now
Replaces the bitter brew
Which once coursed
Through narrow streams
My senses once dulled by time
Are now sharp, concise
Vision like an eagle soaring
Able to hear the beat
Of a humming birds wings
Nostrils filled with exotic scent
Heady and cloying
Exquisite tastes tantalize
An unsophisticated palate
And the reason
For my transformation
My metamorphosis
Is an angel
Earthbound
Who has energized an old man
Invigorated my senses
She has re-awakened me
Stirred my soul
But she will never know
Must never know
How she has affected me
I will view her from a distance
And exchange polite greetings
A warm smile, A familiar nod
I will keep my own council
And I will feel contentment
My love unrequited

I LOVE HER

I love her with every fibre of me
I love her so much it hurts
I love her in baggy trousers
And I love her in short skirts
I love her when we’re alone
And when we’re with friends
I love her when the day begins
And I love her when it ends
I love her when we’re together
I love her when we’re apart
I love her when we hold hands
And when love making starts
I love her when she’s sexy
I love her when she’s coy
I love her when she makes me mad
And when she brings me joy
I love her at the first caress
And in the afterglow
I love her when we say goodbye
And when we say hello
I love her when she laughs
I love her when she cries
I love her now that I’m alive
And I’ll love her till I die

ONCE MORE

A new beginning
A brand new start
Starting afresh
With a mended heart
Tentative steps
Best foot forward
Opening myself up
Wondering if I should
But I go anyway
Out into the world
Taking a chance again
On another girl
If my heart gets broken
Maybe this time it will die
Even with that at stake
Still I know I must try

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT A CELLIST

There’s something about a cellist
That really turns me on
A female cellist obviously
In a low cut evening dress
Of emerald green velvet
The great polished instrument
Between her long black stockined legs
Her long brunette hair
Dancing across her naked shoulders
Brushing her alabaster skin
In frantic rhythm to her playing
Sat in the lavish surroundings
Of a grand hotel lobby
A pale willowy figure called Deidre
Purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar
Or music to slash your wrists by
To a disinterested audience
Ok its not cellists that turns me on
But there’s something about Deidre
That definitely does
When she’s playing the cello

Another Love Collection

VALENTINES # 1

Lover you still do it for me,
You are still my object of desire
Your qualities are plain to see
And you still light my fire

WIND BLOWN PETALS

Like wind-blown petals
Of spring blossom
The snow fell in gentle swirls
Quickly settling
On the frozen landscape
To delight the boys and girls
Then I kissed a snowflake
Off her wrinkled nose
As more settled on her curls

THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL WAS OURS

The greatest love of all was ours
I felt I could reach up and touch the stars
As my love was return by my sweetheart
And I knew we would never be apart

VALENTINES # 2

Lover you still do it for me,
With that wiggle when you walk
Your qualities are plain to see
And you still pop my cork

FROM A BOY TO A MAN

I knew I had grown
From a boy to a man
When playing in the snow
With boisterous mates
Held less attraction
Than making snow angels
With a pretty girl

THE BROKEN-HEARTED LONELY GIRL

“There’s a perfect mate for me
Somewhere in the world” she’d say
Having been let down by love
And she was a lonely girl
In between bouts of desperate love
That left her in a whirl
Until she is all consumed and is again
The broken-hearted lonely girl

PERFECT IMPERFECT LOVE

It was a perfect love,
But a secret love,
And it was also tainted,
By deceit and betrayal
Sneaking away for
Illicit rendezvous
In the dead of night
To lay with their lover
Til the break of day,
But neither were free
So that was not perfect
And they knew it was wrong
But they couldn’t stop
For that perfect love
Made them feel so alive
They had found their life’s love
And though they knew
Their love was doomed
And tears would be cried
And hearts broken
They held on to their
Perfect imperfect love
Until the bitter end

VALENTINES # 3

Lover you still do it for me,
Though you now have a fuller figure
Your qualities are plain to see
And you still pull my trigger

IT WAS A CLUMSY COMING TOGETHER

It was a clumsy coming together,
Not a very auspicious start
But no harm done, except to dignity,
As they prized themselves apart
And when they first looked
At their dishevelled counterpart
They liked what they saw
And had left a smile on the others heart

UNDER A BITTER SKY

Beneath the marbled skies
Of broken, fractured cloud
And the myriad of winter hues
Coloured with grays and blues
I waited in the bitter frosty air
Feeling the sting of winters bite
Until the moment I saw you
And warmed instantly by the view

VALENTINES # 4

Lover you still do it for me,
To me you’re lamb and not mutton
Your qualities are plain to see
And you still push my button

IT HAD HAPPENED ONE SUMMER NIGHT

We met at the beach party
On the wide ocean shore
And we danced by moonlight,
As the sea breeze caressed us
It was a magical night
The rapture of the music,
Feeling enraptured by you.
But as special as it was
Dancing with you
On that moonlit beach
It paled to insignificance
Compared to walking
Hand in hand with you
The next day in the sun

HE WAS GOING ON A BLIND DATE

He was going on a blind date
And was in a very nervous state
About meeting someone new
And was not sure what to do
What if he was out classed?
What if she left him aghast?

He panicked when he saw her
Because she was even lovelier
He found after he arrived there
She began talking about a Polar Bear
And she rambled on more and more
Which she eventually apologized for
And laughed at his reaction
And explained the reason for her action
Stating they were converse makers
As Polar Bears were real ice breakers

VALENTINES # 5

Lover you still do it for me,
I’m as ever under your spell
Your qualities are plain to see
And you still ring my bell

ON THE HILL TOP SHE CHOSE TO HIDE

On the hill top she chose to hide
In the home where her parents reside,
Whereas I live down the hillside,
Where my brother and his wife abide.
But though the gulf between us was wide
I still planned to make her my bride

THE DAY I SAID GOODBYE TO HER

The day I said goodbye to her,
Replays constantly in my mind
And it’s a familiar memory
Of the most destressing kind
I have tried to move on but I left
The love of my life behind

VALENTINES # 6

You fill my thoughts before I sleep
And you’re there again when I awake
I have given my heart without regret
I gave it to you for my hearts sake
I have found an all-embracing love
If I lost you my heart would break

FALLING IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE

Falling in love with someone
Can be a blessing and a curse
But when love is reciprocated
It is a prize beyond worth

VALENTINES # 7

Lover, you still do it for me,
Though you are no longer a dolly chick
Your qualities are plain to see
You still scratch my itch and flick my switch

BEYOND QUANTIFYABLE MEASURE

When someone you love
Beyond quantifiable measure
Becomes a memory,
That memory becomes a treasure

WHEN SOMEONE FALLS IN LOVE WITH YOU

When someone falls in love with you
And you with them it is a precious gift
Making every day like Valentine’s Day
Because the gift of love gives you a lift

I MET A LADY THAT LIT MY FIRE

I met a lady that lit my fire
Dressed in beautiful attire
Who I did instantly admire,
And whose heart I did desire,
But knew I would ever acquire

LOVE TIPS THE SCALE

Life is a question of balance
And love tips the scales
Some give a false accounting
But a steady love never fails

VALENTINES # 8

Since entering my life, a symphony plays
When before was only monotone
And colour now lives in every plane and facet
Where once was only monochrome