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Romance …. And Heartbreak Poems

The Letter

It came one bright April Day

Its size and breadth

Deceiving

Its warm, handwritten message

Expressing love and friendship

Its cold, typewritten message

Extinguishing any hopes of either love or friendship

Funny, how one letter can change a person’s life

Or at least a person’s summer plans

Crushed

Has it really been only two months?

Two months

Since that power blue day

On the beach

A day filled with sunshine, laughter, and good company

The day we met

I don’t even remember

What our first conversation was about

But before I knew it

I was giving him my phone number

Our first date

Could have lasted four days

And I wouldn’t have cared

What some would think of as

Mediocre conversation

Was absolutely captivating

For the two of us

The perfect afternoon ended

With a sunset trip to the coast line

Where we watched the sun sink

Below the horizon

As the waves crashed against the shore

While his

Strong, powerful

Hands massaged me

Bringing me closer

To total relaxation

Unlike his hands

His lips were silk

Soft and sensual

Our lips seemed

Became one

I was in heaven

Now

My heaven has all

But disappeared

Our last date

A mere shadow

Of our first

Our last conversation

Ambiguous

About our future together

Were our early intimate longings

Completely meaningless?

This is one of the many questions

That dogs me

Every hour

That passes by

When I don’t hear

The pleasant sound

Of his voice

Always cracking

a joke

just to get a laugh

out of me

I never knew

What he was going to say next

Now I will never know

Know what our relationship

would have been

Had it been given time and nutrients

To grow like a flower that blossoms

Except instead of the

sun, soil and water

to produce a flower

a relationship needs

caring, trust, and honesty

to produce a mature, loving relationship

But this flower

Wilted and died

Before it ever bloomed

Its petals

Blown swiftly

By a fierce wind

To an unknown

Place and time

With little hope

For re-growth.

Sparks

There will always

Be someone

Who Lights

A spark.

Except this

Spark,

Can’t be seen

Or touched.

It can only

Be felt,

Through awareness

Of a person’s

Inner being.

The essence

That remains,

When all other suits

Hiding the essence

Are stripped away.

Not everyone knows

About this spark

Or even feels it.

Only those few

Who possess

The gift

To make another

Feel like he or she

Is beautiful—

But not beauty

In the contemporary sense—

Beauty that illuminates

From within,

Shining

Like a beacon of light

In a light house,

Guiding ships

Safely to port,

That makes the world glow.

It is these people,

Who ignite

Inner sparks,

Shimmers of light,

which lead

The lucky receivers

Through a journey

To an unknown

Destination.

On a lifelong voyage,

That fosters discovery

Of

Hopes,

Dreams,

Needs,

But mostly

Strengths,

Weaknesses,

And all those

Quirky

Personality traits,

Which we

Deny

We have,

But become

All too evident

At inopportune times.

No one

Ever said

The journey

Would be easy.

But

With a little guidance,

We can avoid

The pot holes,

And even share

Some

Of our inner spark,

With those who

Have yet

To meet someone

Who ignites

Their spark.

Apology

Two words

Is all

I’ve waited

Two months

To hear

Emerge

From the lips

That made

Me feel special

With words

That gave encouragement

Helped me laugh at myself

Cheer me up

When I climbed

Into the pit

Of despair

And kisses

That tasted

Like M & M’s

And made me

Melt inside.

Two words

That seemed

To make the world

Glow

Wash away

The negative

Thoughts

Worries

Like a badly needed rainstorm

That provides rebirth and renewal

The slate finally wiped clean.

Search

What is true love?

Is it a breeze on a warm summer’s day
Or is it flames shooting up a chimney

On a cold winter’s night?

Does it grow like an ocean wave

On a stormy day and

Come crashing

Down

Without warning?

Or does it sustain

Day in, day out

Rising and setting

like the sun

Once found

Lasting forever

Can a person find it on sale in a

Department store?

Or is it a luxury item

reserved for the wealthy?

Is it slow song on the radio?

Or a dance shared?

Is it a look on someone’s face

Or a sweet nothing whispered

In an ear?

Is it that pounding feeling

In the heart?
Or does it melt in someone’s mouth

Like a handful of M&M’s?

Will love ever bring answers,

Instead of questions?

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