Secret love and hidden memory
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is.
Secret love and hidden memory.
I saw her face today.
Made me wander back in time.
Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.
The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine.
Do our memories become less with time?
Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age?
Do dreams of beautiful brown eyed young woman leave your thoughts
and you become empty?
Can you escape the dance of long sweet kisses and yearning to touch
tender and warm flesh?
Age allowed us to ponder old memories.
Make us wished we held tighter and done more.
Beautiful faces dance in my head.
Old thoughts forgotten.
Rebirth to make me remember I loved a brown eye girl once.
Coyote
May2012
Beautiful poetry John, such a great link, I love and miss the music of Vandross.
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Vandross is one of the greats. Thank you my friend for stopping by and reading.
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I think my favorite song by him is “Stop for Love” and of course his last song “Dance with my Father” , thanks again John!
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This is beautiful, John! I love the questioning nature of this. Really makes you stop and think 🙂
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Love is our hardest test. Love need constant gift of the reminder. Your love is the only one. Thank you Lori for reading and the comment.
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Secret love. Hidden away in the darkness cannot grow. Thank you Lori for reading and the comment.
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My pleasure, John and I do agree with you 🙂
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