I will love you, forever and a day..
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. I will love you forever and a day…… Continue reading
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. I will love you forever and a day…… Continue reading
Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me… I sip my… Continue reading
My lady.. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I wish… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigitte… (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 44 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigette.. (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks… Continue reading
I try to remember.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
Sweet red wine… It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the… Continue reading
My lady… My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched andI still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. Written in 1978 My beautiful Daniela…. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading