A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old poetry. Good dreams.
(Written 6 April 1980)
As beautiful as a early morning sunrise.
As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night.
As soft as a gentle summer breeze that caress our skin and face.
Your beautiful face and smile make me come alive.
With each moment we fall together.
Is my reason to desire life and love.
You, my dream maker.
My lady, my joy and reason to keep hope alive and strong.
Please stay with me.
I love you with an open heart.
I don’t want to control you.
For you to understand.
I need you in my life.
A lover, friend or what you desire.
Hold my hand.
Walk on the lonely beach.
let the days and night come and go.
Let’s our love grow.
With the understanding . Love doesn’t cage. It grow and become sweeter.
My wish is to see your beautiful face every morning.
To kiss and hold you.
To whisper I love you my beautiful lady.
(Very old. Reading old books from the past. This one jumps out)
© 2013 Coyote Poetry