I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you.. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely… Continue reading
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My muse and a beautiful Selah Sue song.
My muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind words… Continue reading
You are my everything and a beautiful Selah Sue song.
You are my everything .. Love remembers everything, I told my new young friend at the Seaside city, California tavern. A beautiful red-haired beauty with long legs walked by and I told my… Continue reading
Too old to die young…
Too old to die young—- I am 66 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to die… Continue reading
Nothing left to lose…
Nothing left to lose.. I lay in the silence of the deadening silence. All my dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember… Continue reading
Please take my hands, please take my heart..
Please take my hands, please take my heart.. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live. You must lose everything to appreciate… Continue reading
The dance of love..
1- The dance.. Love is a wild dance,make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance… Continue reading
You take my breathe away…
You take my breathe away.. You undressed with the lights on.I watched you slowly take away layers of clothing,I can feel your smiling face and you know you have taken my breath awaywith… Continue reading
You are my masterpiece..
You are my masterpiece.. I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere..
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading