Love so Strong and Pure
We met at my grandparent’s church;
I was so young and happy,
His blue eyes made me feel sappy.
He was older than I, eight years,
truth to be told,
He asked for my hand to hold.
My first grown up love, my heart
felt like a trapped butterfly,
We went on a group church picnic,
and when he whispered sweet love
words in my ear, I could only sigh.
With his beautiful lips—he taught me
how to kiss,
So gentle his lips as he captured mine,
he said I was his Miss.
No one could be a gentleman truer,
No love lights could shine in my eyes
My parents did not know—so how
wiser could I be,
For a little while I could be free.
It was Easter morning a cool sunrise
service, we watched as the sun rose,
He held my gloved hand in his, he
whispered, “Baby, your mother knows.”
My heart stopped and I looked where
he stared, and there she stood,
She had on her Easter coat with a lace hood.
He still held my hand as her eyes acknowledged it,
My mouth was so dry—I doubt if I could do an
unladylike thing—like spit.
My Mother said, “I would like to invite you both for Easter Dinner, and then we will talk,”
I knew my Mother would never make a scene in public, so she turned away-- and left in her slow careful walk.
That was the longest meal of my life,
He told my parents—when I was older
he wanted me for his wife.
My mother silently shook her head, “No.”
Then she pointed he would have to go.
I cried, and only came out of my room to
Why didn’t he fight harder, I was such a fool.
I did not forgive my mother for many years,
My heart still ached with pent up tears.
I thought of all this today, as an email from
a friend to say, “Cancer has taken him away.”
Those pent-up tears came today, as there were
no words I could say.
Although he married and they became a family
That young little girl who still loved him, her
heart is now free.
Because their love lives now--- only in the past,
A place where young love--- will truly always last.
A True Story:
This is dedicated to a young girl who at the age of 14 tears old,
loved beyond her years, because she gave her heart away, so completely.
Loving so deeply---- that her love for him could never grow cold.
She said her "Goodbye" today as the sunset over the Pine trees---- to a love
who has gone away, and her heart is hers once again, to love maybe another day.
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Full Moon Shines for Love
I walked under the dark shadow of the mighty Oaks in the twilight’s icy chill, near the river’s edge to wait for my lover who will come to me this night of the Full Moon.
With his bright smile and happy voice letting me know he is on his way to touch my heart with what he has to say. His blue eyes shined as the light filtered through the trees--- lit up his face for a brief moment---and my heart does not beat for seconds---I am sure.
My parents would not bless our love and we both died of broken hearts---but love is blessed by the Angels---so every Full moon we can see each other for as long as the full moon shines.
We talked and danced until our spirits yearned for our lips to touch and we disappeared from sight as we talk and danced the entire night. Behold our love for our heart’s delight as we waltzed until the sun pushed out the night.
He left me when our spirits started to fade back into our spirit’s home on another plane that floats undetected above earth---waiting for our place in line to live again--- through another birth and to meet again---to marry this time on earth. Lovers please remember--- the full moon shines for love.
- Jig-Sawed Heart
Jig-Sawed Heart is a poem about a woman who lost her husband in war, and then she and her little boy lost their home to "Foreclosure" and yes--as the little boy said--it really is a cuss word.
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