The wicked games, we play.
The wicked game, we play. I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
The parable of the flowers.
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days.
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer, I love you. I left… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers andthe scent… Continue reading
A letter and a lovely Haley Reinhart songs.
In May 2018. I heard beautiful Haley Reinhart sing In Idyllwild. I fell in love with her. She loves the songs and she make you believe. A talented young lady. A letter. I… Continue reading
Love be damned, love be sweet.
Love be damned, Love be sweet. Where are you my sweetest love? You were my Springtime wish, my Summer dance, my Autumn taste of sweet October new wine, my Winter song. I told… Continue reading
A wild bird.
A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes andshe told me that I love you,I need you. But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in an emotionwhere I won’t be able to… Continue reading
On the thread of a word.
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry On the thread of a word. (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey. Bei Dao) Just like a… Continue reading
A flower in Winter, you are.
A flower in the Winter, you are. I watched you dance alone to the morning song. You make me smile and I know. You are my Winter flower in the days of December.… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel?
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading