Song of love…
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. Song of love… Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of… Continue reading
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. Song of love… Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of… Continue reading
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all… Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
I love you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just a lost love poem from November 1993 I love you… I love you more than the morning sunrise.I love you more than all my… Continue reading
Hold my hands… (May poetry number eight.) I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the… Continue reading
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Promises of love are endeared to our hearts. Please, promise me forever… Bashful and tender beauty rest with me on soft sheets of silk.Her… Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Love demand payment… The gentle lover whispered. Remember me and I will remember you. We are creatures of delight. Need torrent nights and warm morning kisses. She begin to shave my face. Her… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
I knew how to sing once, dear Julie…. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
Lilac wine… —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her… Continue reading