Love Note #79 – Faith like Love

These freckles are of my love,Blemish, if you think,but are potencyof passion distributedbetween the beauty capturing the eyeand the wellspring of affection,like faith itself, that is beyond reason. I see you quenching my souls thirst,Cold fire of my eternal bliss,burning deep into the consciousness of my being,and sometimes burning the hot fireof my desire to

Heard Right

If it could be expressedlove will find its way.The many meaningseach for every mind,how would love knowif it was heard right.Though the myriad fireseach of different colour,some imbue and some wane. If we still long despite all odds,the seas, the mountains,the labyrinth of life that placed us to not realisethe hearts call to unite.Trust, we

Common Space -An Ode to Friendship

You love music,I love poems,You hold your kites,I button down,You dance with wordsI step on your feetYou gave me Nick CaveI told you of Alice in Chains.You like to walk,I like to run,I want to see the sunriseYou want to revel in the sunset.Between our choices,we give a little of oursto each other,In the space

Affection

💕Nestled in your eyesbetween those long lashesa tiny star that calls me outin my lonely nights.Expecting for not the skybut the shade of carewith caressing armsand warm breath.Housed deep in youa long desire to forsakethe agony of subservient dutyto the wings of passion.Allow yourself to fly freeunder the blue skyacross the valley of dreamswith wings

Now…(Don’t make love wait)

Promiseshave grown old.While the clockwaits for the timeto turn around.The wrinkled skin,with the memory,of losses,beats the eyeswhich is still blinkingwith hope,that time shallturn around. Hopehas waned.While it was withoutit had become a habitwhich was hard to die.The aching bone,fooled to believe,faith moves mountain.Waited on,till the fire burned outthat time shallturn around. Faithdid die.While appeasing,its limits

LOVE CRY!

You act cool, with a smileof how you care less,but I can feel your heavingin my ears and my breath that matches it.Don’t waste this precious time,our feelings are mutual inside.The heat between usas you look outside the window,avoiding my gaze, or your run through the park,the enthusiasm it sparks.Don’t deny me what I ask.Damn

Affectionately Yours (The Lone Horseman Chronicles- 6)

I am unbound,free to be mine,cast my wish,push my will.I am not sure yetwill you be mine. If the skies could bend,mountains could move,oceans could serenadestill won’t wish,but for you. Reckon the heart,wants freedommore than love,but still play the songswooing youwith my rhymes. Affectionately yours,The Horseman.

Of woman and her love

The buzzing bee Hovering the flower Waiting for propitious time To savour the sweet nectar of her life. Oblivious, She gyrates with the breeze, Her lover in times high and good. But on this sunny summer day comes the obstinate bee, From nowhere she knows For her nectar so sweet.   Shying, bashful she evades

SHE KISSED WINDY

All the while I lived in the delusions of her blissful Love Her innuendos betrayed affection a heartfelt emotion Oh! But my dearie She kissed windy She spoke timidly as one would to a more than friend Called on me in all despairs as I mattered Oh! But my dearie She kissed windy Her smile