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