Holy as love.
A moment, of forever.
“Holy as love”
You were my Winter prayer,
my Christmas miracle.
We found a safe place to keep warm,
we locked the door,
held tightly and stole seconds, hours and nights away,
We didn’t know,
borrow kisses and pretty words,
almost, as holy as love.
Old poet wished on the first star of the night, near the sea.
A moment, of forever.
So damn sweet,
He wish to know again.
Just one more dance,
just one more sweet kiss from his Bonnie gal,
and make him believe.
Love never can die and the pretty girl are miracles and Winter blessings.
Holy as love,
she was.
Dancing Coyote
What a bitter sweet poem. My heart aches for him. The love that every girl wishes to experience.
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Was a lesson for me dear Marsha. I was twenty, station in Germany. Dear Sheena married a good man in Scotland and she had happiness. I appreciate the comment.
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That’s a telling comment, John. She had happiness. I hope you did as well. You write beautiful and romantic poetry.
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