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If All The Men
Loving In Sunshine
A tribute to a very brave lady.
This poem, not my best, is dedicated to a very special and strong lady, that I am honoured to call my friend. I met her at infant school and we are still in touch now. To say that she has had a hard time struggling to face her life is an understatement. Now the most cruel breaking point of all, her man has just decided he is gay. It happens, but Sally (name changed throughout poem), I love you dear friend. Be strong.
To Sal with love.
Sunshine, mellow yellow, calming and sublime
Billowing clouds courting, entwined, one mind
If all the men in the world decided to dance
the rhythm and mood of love could be enhanced
The daisy, pure white, stunning, green
blowing in the breeze, gently, serene
If love could just have an open door
the welcome mat for love would endure
The tree, so tall, straight and proud
offers shelter under its shroud,
If all the men could look, straight into a woman’s heart
faces to glance upon, no lovers to depart
The grass, flowing silently, green, surreal
Pennies from heaven, god’s gift, real
If all men could look and hold woman dear
to see how her love is wonderful, staying near
The sky up above, blue hue and no cares
Visions of love, gently, caressing, no airs
If all the men could give woman a chance
we would love to show you how we would dance
The gorse bush, bright yellow, prickly and cruel
Yet hawthorn for the heart, refreshing, it rules
If all men want woman, and take away their fear
lowliness would leave us, whole, friendship, no tears
The sheep in the meadow, all woolly, white
Must take shelter, on a thunderous night
If all men could see the fire burning within,
A heart burning love could be just for him.
Billowing clouds, pillows of lust, cotton feel
Rarely such beautiful passion, a must, to steal
All men beware, woman is no fool.
Treat her badly, and expect to be treated cruel.
In loving memory of a very dear girlfriend, whose broken heart never left her? This is for you Sally. May all your future memories be beautiful, and remember never again to gild a lily.