The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer.

The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"A series of poetry."   

                      The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer…

“Deep as first love, and with regret. O death in life, the days are no-more— Lord Alfred Tennyson

He told his German gal beauty dear Veronica, beautiful woman are like roses, so damn pretty and they have thorns to cut you and make you bleed. It is better to keep a lady content. Hell-bound spirited women can become a hurricane.

She smiled at him and she told him. Johnnie, Johnnie. You are the best Tavern lawyer and poet in Germany. Please write me a love poem to make my heart dance with joy. He wrote to his journal.

“Veronica, beautiful Veronica.

So nice, so sweet. So kind.

Are you my love blessing?

Or are you a Devil’s kiss.

I told you on a Summer Eve,

I need a kind woman with a heart of gold,

a sweet voice of a angel.

Someone to make me believe,

love is everything.

We had moonshine nights,

midnight dances and kisses that besieged my heart.

Will you love me forever?

Or am just a fancy for a September night?”

Her eyes turned softer and she whispered. Can all things be forgiven? No. We must heal and we will not forget. He wrapped his arms around her and he told her. My beautiful sea dancer. Life is fair. Sometimes we must rewrite a story with a happy ending. You are so kind, so sweet, so brave. You make me want to know love blessings. She smiled and she told him. Me too dear poet.


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