Tag: Lovers

Sonnet of Unrequited Love

Twas mine own proclamation of emancipation
When I didst tell thee of passionate affection,
Which didst proceed from an opened heart
That cared not how thou might play thy part,
But for sake of my tender soul ye wert kind,
And in thine eyes some honest pity I didst find,
And thou didst not reprimand me nor demand
That I should take my leave to ever be banned
From seeing thee again in some fondly way,
And thus, though sadly, did I await that day;
Nay, thou even granted a kiss upon my cheek
But ye also implored me another love to seek;
Ah! I have found such, yet thou art mournful,
But o’er my fortune why now be so scornful?

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Return, O Lover, Return

Oh, has part of my heart moved so far away
To decrease my peace in your fair bosom?
Ah! How my soul minds this kind of absence!
It is the essence of loneliness
Out from the madness of love!
Come back, Lover, and again hover over me,
Or shall I die as I lie awake for your sake?
You’re like a rose that knows when to bloom,
So blossom in me once again
So I’ll cease to strain in pain!
I cannot stand the distance in this existence,
And so I persist to insist upon your return!
Come back to me and let me see you again;
Come back and fill me with the love I lack!
Or has part of my heart moved too far away?
If so, then the day will end in restless dismay
And I’m afraid I will stray even further away!
Return, oh return to this heart that burns . . .
For you . . . for you!

Note: Originally published in November 2016, now republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!

Invitation of Love, the Lover

Place your head upon my chest,
Rest and feel and hear the best
Of life beating ‘n greeting you,
Entreating you to enter within,
Unseating you from complacency,
Recreating you ever so gracefully;
Immerse yourself within my eyes
And see the universe so diverse,
And without curse, swim deeply
Into my heart and take not part
But the whole as your very own;
Drink from my own rich soul
And fill the hole in your own;
And glean the love grown within
To rest you so serene
And bathe you clean;
Yes, rest your head on my chest
And feel life beat to greet you . . .
Into me . . . the wide expanse of me

Be My Lover Today, Forever

When the sun rises it seems so empty without you
Though there’s plenty of bright light and clear skies;
Without you the new day seems already old ‘n cold
Though it’s warm outside, but with you by my side
Even the fiercest bite of winter can’t pierce my soul;
You fill the hole in my life ‘n thrill my beating heart,
Not in part but fully fill ‘n guard me against the chill
Like the skilled lover you are, but when you do seem
So far away my mind strays into confusion and life
Becomes an appalling illusion in which the chimera
Raises her horrid head beside my bed covering me
With nightmares I dare not face alone, and so I cry
And call to you to be true to our love and rescue me;
Oh, rescue me, indeed, from the raging sea of vanity
And persistence in vacuous existence . . .
I offer you no resistance, only insistence,
For even beautiful moonlight at night is but a blight
Apart from you . . . I need you . . . I feed upon you . . .
Come and stay, never to stray . . . be my Lover today
Forever

Love Held in Earthen Keep

It is still night, the sun not yet even a promise on the horizon,
And the melancholy blanket of black has been thick and long,
Unseen eyes out from opaque coverings hovering in corners
As the man sits at his mahogany desk with pen and ink-well
Still lingering over an ongoing song suiting the suave suitor,
One song for love he does not feel, peeling away authenticity,
So goes his way of life and he wonders when the sun will rise
Bringing light back into his vacuous existence in this valley
While remembering that one lovely star that faded and fell
Not so very long ago, now shrouded and held in earthen keep,
Leaving his soul covered in numinous dust as the reminder
That genuine communion does live for some souls who live,
But he had died that day she died, and of that he could not lie;
And the song he longed to sing was married but also buried,
So no new tune had arisen in his heart and words eluded him,
And it is still night with no bright glow yet on the far horizon

Our Way in the Beautiful Day

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Now it’s such an exquisitely beautiful day,
An exquisitely beautiful day for you and me
To be together walking along the same way,
Away from the fray of way too busy affairs;
Just one pair among pairs of lovers walking
And talking, strolling along the greenery,
Enjoying the scenery, and nothing could be
Finer nor more delightful in our flightful
Fantasy-turned-reality, where we two agree
And see our twin lives as one that’s begun
To grow into an eloquent show for the world.

Love.

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soul mates

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Like sun and sky reflected in the rhythm of the ever-flowing river…  They embraced long before they touched, sweetly kissed in the soul before lips ever met.  From eternity they were lovers, before stars sprinkled light across the canopy of darkness; wrapped one another in arms of affection before oceans wrapped themselves round cold and formless earth. They laughed and cried like wind and rain in the hallowed dreams of heaven before ever they wailed at birth; played like moonlight dancing along mountain lake before ever they learned to walk. Both belong to the other; give and receive everything and nothing.  And one can live without the other no more than tree can grow without soil.  They are two lovers; they are one soul. One.

“You reached without touching, breathed without a sound,
And I found myself awake in your dream, breathing endless beauty unknown,
Intoxicating, hypnotic, arrested in your glance and you held me spellbound…
And I walked through the meadows of your heart to flirt
With eternity and learn to live and laugh and love again.”
–  From Hymn to Selene by Jon N

“And love became suddenly very clear – no more questions, no more confusion – and he was blessed, and he was thankful for the moment … diving into her eyes, touching her heart, and meeting himself for the very first time.”