Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

This Man's Love

She can be so sweet…
her touch so tender…softer
…than a wisp of fantasy

She can be so precious…
that I, pine deeply
craving to be nearer
…to inhale her scent
Her womanly essence shines
and I…bask in her aura

She can be so gentle…
smile at me and still
…make me weak
I’d give everything
just to see her smile
possess me with a caress
…with a look

She can be so giving…
would brave the world
…just to please me
Can make my heart melt
…when she says…yes

She is my everything…
my life…all of me
my heart, spirit…my peace
My dreams she keeps and
holds beneath her breast
where my heart lies
with her beating heart

She is my woman…
my mate, my wife…my
reason for existence
my pleasure, my pain
my deepest joy…my faith
my love sees only eternity

She is my very strength
my passions live and die
at her whim…her kiss
How I cherish, need and
deeply adore…my Lovie*


Jon` B. Crenshaw
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