Tag Archive: love

The Scarborough fair…

Scarborough fair… I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading

Rate this:

Is it, everything you wanted?

Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading

Rate this:

You taught me what love is…

You taught me what love was… I remember your small house, I remember sleeping on a cot and I remember you. I remember us eating three meals together daily and I remember your… Continue reading

Rate this:

Andrea…

Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow had… Continue reading

Rate this:

Hello… I love you…

Hello, I love you…. Hello dear stranger, you came into my dream last night. I fell at your feet, kissed your hands and I told you. I love you my celestial beauty. I… Continue reading

Rate this:

Life didn’t break my heart. Love did…

Life didn’t break my heart. Love did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love make us learn. We love someone more than ourselves.                         … Continue reading

Rate this:

For April poetry month- Love is love…

Love is love…. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading

Rate this:

Come live with me and be my love…

Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe                                        Come live with me and be my love… (Come live… Continue reading

Rate this:

Only love can break your heart…

Only love will break your heart… (April poetry number seventeen.) We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days… Continue reading

Rate this:

Break me and make me feel alive…

Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                        Break me and make… Continue reading

Rate this: