Please, promise me forever…
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
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
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
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
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
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