For a Scottish beauty-My great love
My great love
A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.
Do we support to love but once?
Where have my ancient lover’s gone?
Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leave
me with kind faces in dreams.
Everlasting smiles so rare they scar my heart and mind.
Are we love victims and the heart must die?
If the bleeding is unable to stop.
I believe we need closure to allow the open wound
to fade to a scar.
I remember trembling and soft hands opening the doors
taking the chill of the cold night away.
Cold Winter and rough weather allow the comfort of
two people to find peace for a time.
I remember the comfort of long nights.
Sweet joy of love dances in early morning.
The smell of skin and twisted hair against me.
My wrath took away the sweet memories and opening
of precious love and emotion.
Now sweet love bade me welcome.
My soul cannot see the beauty that dwells in my
sweet lover’s eyes.
I sit upon the sand near the Atlantic ocean.
The sea winds is blowing from east to west.
I pray to the sea to allow my spirit to be able
to run free and be clean again.
The night revealed.
Beautiful auburn hair woman come to me.
Whisper we must live to love.
We must dance with the moon and stars.
Allow the sun to open our heart to a new day and beginning.
We will have many great lovers.
Our life is long and we shall be tested.
Coyote
Beautifully written…and what an absolutely gorgeous woman there! Lovely. ❤️
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She was. Almost my wife. I was young and foolish once. Thank you Sohini for reading and the comment.
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I think we all are young and foolish at times.. 🙂 and it is a joy to read your work. thanks for sharing. have a good day! 🙂
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So nice and touching also. Really, pain is the same for all lovers.
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Yes it is. Sometime we are at fault and this pain last a long time. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Exactly.and it’s my pleasure.
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Lovely work my friend, so glad you posted this although sad for you.
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A very old poem. Memories become kinder with time and separation. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Memories do indeed. As I said to you before, you had me at Scotland.
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Hey, John, thanks for following my blog! I love how you post old photos and add your writing to them. Very nostalgic and effective!
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Thank you Dave. I enjoyed your photos and tale.
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Thanks, man!
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You are welcome.
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