I will love you forever and a day.
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age.
“I will love you forever and a day”
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time.
A serene and tranquil day.
She took my hand and whisper.
“My laughing American.
Life is hard.
Love can be sweet.
Wine gets better with time.
Please come with me.
Let’s salvage our emotion and desire.”
“Youth will be discarded.
We will be exile to adults.
Who will lose the treasures of the tender touch
and the sweet sensation of true passion.”
I asks “When we lose the thrill of the dance?
Emotion and gentleness recede to children dreams.
Will only the debris of youth be left?
Will I forsake your beautiful face and memory?”
Leonard Cohen was playing softly in the small apartment.
By the light of soft burning candles.
Two shadows try to indulge in the gift of love and passion.
Trying to satisfy every sensation and emotion.
The morning light appears.
We languished into the afternoon.
Holding each other tightly.
We knew we held paradise for a moment.
When we left the room.
We would leave our innocent and youth locks in
a sweet dream.
We knew we entrenched two lives together.
She handed me a journal.
Told me to write down your passion and sweet dreams
in this book.
In time we will forget to love and be gentle.
Only the story and old memories will bring peace in the end.
The first page she wrote words of love.
I kissed her lips.
Thanks her for the journal.
I read the last line from her sweet words.
“I will love you forever and a day.”
Coyote
1978
© 2010 Coyote Poetry
Beautiful writing as always , John.
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A old poem. The word forever had lost it strength in real life. In sweet dreams. Forever is what we dream about. Thank you for the comment.
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Lovely words filled with emotion, painting pictures in my mind. Journaling is actually a healthy therapeutic tool that can show how far you have come in a life well-lived… We are what we have experienced and grow from the sadness more than the joy. Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you Theresa. Good to write down thoughts and hope. Somethings to look upon in the dusts of a good life. Thank you reading and the comment.
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The beauty of this.. The feeling shared.. Its amazing to see that at such young age your writing was so profound.
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I being writing almost forty years now. I have every journal. Reading old thoughts can make you sad. Age had stole our energy and hope. Thank you for the comment
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Wow! Speechless!!! So much to absorb!!! Another time, another re-read!!!!
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your poems are like sweet love stories. A delight, a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you Mirna. Old memories are gold to the old in heart.
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Sweet memories definitely become better with time, John. After some years, I love reminiscing and daydreams about memories created. We want to keep those memories in our hearts forever and hold on to them tightly.
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I agree. Thank you for the comment.
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To pick her favourite flower, grow a garden full. To kiss her when she’s intimate and to hold her close when she is near. Lovely.
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Thank you for the comment. Days when love was the only goal. Will be our best we had one day.
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Beautifully written John
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Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you so much for sharing your heart with us. This was lovely.
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Old memories become sweeter with time. Thank you for the comment.
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This is soooooo melty!!! I love it
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Thank you Cookie for the kind words. I do appreciate.
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Och she is so gorgeous!! Thank you for sharing. Both the picture and he beautiful words. Got me in tears. but the good kind of the tears. Bless you.
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Thank you for the comment. She was beautiful. German girls had energy and drive.
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Honest, sweet, and tender…..lovely
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Thank you for the comment. I appreciate the kind words.
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wow, you looked a lot like Iggy Pop
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Thank you for the comment. Iggy Pop had his look. Few can compare to his talent.
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I so loved this !!!” I tell my family that all the time. I love them forever and a day. Meaning I love them more than forever. 😉 Beautiful as ever John 😉 love is wonderful
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Happy tears…that’s what I just cried. As a lover of journals; and expressing sentiments and emotions, this got me.
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Real life feel like fiction with time. Old memories become sweeter with time. Thank you for the comment.
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