You are my love and I’m yours
You are my love and I’m yours.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Best poetry are the words for love.
You are as beautiful as the sun rising from the eastern sea.
You are bright as the moon rising up to light up the night.
You are as soft as a gentle summer breeze caressing my heart and mind.
Your love is my paradise and my final destination.
With each taste of your lips and the feeling of your embrace.
I want and feel the need to be alive.
You are my dream maker and the woman who make me want to dance,
laugh and make love.
I don’t want to control you. I want to know you.
I want to know and understand your dreams and fear.
Be the friend or lover, anything you need.
So today I have hope and dream for the love for the ages.
To make the gods ponder and wonder.
How can love be so clean and fearless?
Today we have distance and separation.
True love, fearless love can’t be defeated till death steal the last wish,
For sweet kiss and beautiful face near.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Written April 1980/Re-written 2014
Honest and open verse, and beautiful too.
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Best poetry are the words for love.
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Indeed.
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Love and kindness could save the world if we allowed it. Need to remove old men with profit as goal. Maybe a younger leadership would lead us away from war and hate.
Thank you for reading and the comment.
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It could, but there are way too many selfish people in the world, unfortunately.
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You are right.
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Reblogged this on Poems and commented:
Wish I could sing it for my love
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left me speechless, wish I could sing it to my heart. reblogging.
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Thank you Amit. I appreciate the re-blogged.
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“Your love is my paradise and my final destination.”
This is so beautiful!
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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You know, John, I need to learn to be less shy and respond to comments like you do.
It’s strange, I am very opinionated and have strong morals and beliefs and one would think that would make me mouthy but the poet in me makes me very shy. I think it may even come off as rude. I even open comments and close them, geez.
And it’s all because of the extreme shyness. And yet, if something really bothers me I do speak up on the net. But on my own sites, that, is where I am the most shy. It’s very difficult to respond when people say things about my poetry. So I usually leave the comments as they are,however, I would like to resound. Any sage advice?
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I’m have been doing poetry reading since 1986. I have been writing poetry for almost 45 years. I believe you need confident. You must be careful. To walk a safe line. Some people can be scary. I believe write what you believe. My favorite writer Dryden told us. Writers must write the truth. Never be the martyr. Somehow we must dance on the truth and be safe. Hard to do. Hard to make all people content.
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Well, I took your advice and answered some people this afternoon on my last post.
It felt good to do that, the practice might help me get over this shyness. It was a lot easier when Debbie was alive: http://girlwiththepen1118.wordpress.com
However, she is gone but never forgot and even though I miss her dearly I know she would want me to keep trying to get over this shyness on my blogs concerning replying to comments.
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I’m here daily. Need any help. Ask. I believe the more we express and face the world.The more we gain confident.
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As we laid there, in the moment, I realized how beautiful strong you are,
enjoying the numbness of us, with every drawing of my breath from within you. Pulling up the covers, snuggling behind me, slipping you near me.
Embraced into you, loving the closeness of us. Then we fell asleep,
feeling you, Bound by our souls,
in love, life and hope for eternity.
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Sweet and beautiful words. Thank you.
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You make me quiver that I have chills from you.
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Today I will try to write some chapters. Hard days at work. Takes two days for mind to be clean and ready to write. I’m reading my first journey. It is 40 years old. It feel like I’m reading someone else words. I’m glad you like the poem. It was for you.
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I just wrote one for you
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I will check the poem now.
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I love that. I just had to write on my chapter honey bunny and me
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