Some poetry; oh yes, love is inspiring - even when it hurts

#1 The Taste of Love

If only I could heal your self spoken pain

Like it was dew, wipe away the demons

That plagued your thoughts today.

But you stand there in silence

And will allow no talk

So, mystified I await your eyes

To invite a flow of words to walk

If only you’d let me in on the gilded secret’s cause

As if by lightning, I’d strike it down

Just to put the world on pause

I can enjoy no taste of sugar

I cannot be amused by song

For, honestly those pleasures mean nothing

When your kind smile is gone.

#2 'Killing Me Not So Softly'

Please take a bullet and a gun

Or a knife to be easier done

Instead of killing me with you whispered words

And the I love you’s I never heard

Please feed me poison or pure hate

Or take a rope to strangle fate

Instead of watching me as I struggle to smile

To ask me then if I’m hurting inside

Please take my flame and make it cry

Extinguish life and all the light

Instead of loving me in your special way

I wait and wait and wait in vain

#3 A Lover's Tragedy

I wandered through her house

Through her many halls of gold

I passed so many windows

And who watched me no one knows

But then I heard a whisper

It could have reached me in my dreams

My eyes turned wide, my heart run wild

Yet my feet would not leave

There she was in all her glory

A heavy frame around her face

Her eyes shone cold, her lips were dry

Unlike her shimmering mask of lace

And although right there beside her

Was a count that held her hand

That clench became a shackle soon

Clipping the wings of all her plans

Her eyes had been so young then

Yet her heart could not be fooled

For she needed no salvation

Or a polished hero overdue

His name may have brought comfort

And his smile may have been meant

When he was gone the echoes sung

And she cried inside her head

Then in time she did discover

That his touch could reach her heart

Although it was hard to learn to trust

She knew now she could start

A different frame presented me

Her and him with both hands held

Yet in this piece there was no play

For her eyes portrayed how she felt

But with the rain once lighting came

To strike her at her core

It had no need to silence its greed

Yet her hope was not restored

And so her years were spent in tears

As she kept asking why

For with the rain just blood remained

His final word had been ‘’goodbye’’