Love goes on and on and a beautiful Lindsey Stirling music.
Love goes, on and on… 1- The poet’s wisp. Maybe lies, maybe true.He told the night. Life is a game of truth and dare.Do we play or not?Sometimes the truth is worst than… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Dear Bridgette, I still miss you.
Dear Bridgette. I still miss you… 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day.Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage.You held my… Continue reading
I wanted you.
I wanted you. 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes; she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her voice. She… Continue reading
The waltz.
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra… Continue reading
The stormy sea.
The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea. The beauty of the Monterey Bay.Leave… Continue reading
The payment is due.
The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
I want to see you again.
I need to see you again. I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again,life seem to have crumble into a million pieces, and I don’t care to repair.Lonely road and… Continue reading
One more time.
One more time. 1- Once, you and me, we adored the sea, we loved the whiskey and we loved being in love. 2- She told me, please one more time, please one more time.… Continue reading
Please tell me something.
Please tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man; I want a wild and crazy man. I … Continue reading
Falling and falling, we shall go. And an amazing song by The Civil War.
Falling and falling, we shall go. We had a June warm Summer days, the Lake St. Clair was in the from of us and we sat by the witch’s trees. Hand in hand,… Continue reading