Sweet red wine
Sweet red wine
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.
It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.
They are cheap and tasty.
It was a beautiful late summer day.
The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine and listening to music.
I was with my Scottish beauty.
She was so beautiful.
She held me so tightly.
We found a peace in a sweet love only
two innocent in heart can understand.
We drank the sweet red wine.
I asked her to marry me.
We sealed our two lives together,
with sweet and tender kisses.
Her sweet lips tasted of sweet red wine.
We traveled to Scotland together.
Made promises of forever to the Ivory Cliffs of Dover.
I could kiss and love my lady till we fell together in a happiness no-one
could separate.
She promised to love me forever and a day.
I told her. She would be my only sweet dream I would hold on to.
Somehow foolishness and bad timing allow us to separate.
I did not forget my promise.
Her kind memory is tattoos on my heart.
For after we separated.
I could not love anyone else.
I wished everyday to return to lake.
Drink sweet red wine.
Wrap my arms around her.
Kiss her sweet lips.
Have her warm body near.
For I cannot forget her beautiful face.
For her.
I have written a thousand words of love.
Never gave any woman what we shared and understood.
I whisper to the wind.
I pray to the moon and the stars.
My yearning to taste sweet red wine.
Dance by the Boeblingen lake with my love.
Kiss her and hold her near.
Whisper thank you for her kindness and love for a foolish man.
This time.
I would not release her from my life.
Coyote
1981
Love this
How sad but beautiful. Oh to have been loved like that.
A old poem. Good memories become better with time. Thank you for reading.
This is so nice and tender. I am sorry that you and she had to go your separate ways…
So where in Michigan are you from? I’m a native but left there in 1984.
I’m near Detroit. Clinton Twp. A very old poem written in 1981. I appreciate the comment..
There is nothing more romantic,sad and heartbreaking than this kind of everlasting love, punctured into a heart.
Is is so broken that sort it cannot mend, yet nor could it sever wouldn’t you say Lady Day?
encapsulated in time…I agree. But, if it had not been real love, it would not have stuck so long, it would have been just a fond memory I’d think. It is a heart crusher, for sure.
It can damn near kill lest they sort it soon and sort it they must they deserve it best. They deserve it endless. The now and the next x
Certainly.
A old poem and memory. Some people and memory will always stay with you. Thank you for reading and the comment.
Lovely!
Thank you for your kind comment. I do appreciate.