My lady…. Written in 1982.
My lady
A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem written by a sad heart. Written in 1982.)
My lady….
My lady,
I still cry out in sweet dreams your name.
So long since our lips had touched.
I still wish upon a star,
to be able to look into your eyes, kiss the softness of your lips.
I wish to awake with your body near.
To put my face into your long blond hair.
Be intoxicated by my love for you.
I wish to hold your tender hands on a walk by the lake.
Two young titans with love as our shield.
My lady of joy and happiness.
Allow me to remember you sweetly.
For only in your arms did I feel complete.
Salvation I cannot find.
The knife of disappointment is cutting away my tenderness.
Your love is the only loss I can’t get over.
My lady,
dressed in white.
Your long blond hair flowing in in the gentle breeze.
I dreamed you were whispering.
“I will only love you.”
I have tried to erase your memory.
The memory is tattoos on my heart.
Paradise is rarely touched in a life.
Youth is the greatest high.
We were babies making great dreams happen.
Paradise of candles and the heat of love.
I didn’t know sweet dreams would break my heart forever.
My lady of tenderness.
Your beautiful face will not be forgotten.
You were my first true love.
A sweet memory upon a old heart today.
Coyote
1982/2010
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Thank you my friend.
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Gorgeous and sad, altogether.
I hope you remember this person for what is best of them, as you wrote in this poem so well. And, as you also described, those memories will remain forever young. Young and beyond the flesh, beyond ever being wounded, again.
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I agree my friend. Old love is the writer’s wealth. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Love it all!! Especially “The memory is tattoos on my heart”…. so beautiful! 🖤
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Our first real love. Stayed with us. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.
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Beautiful and so sad, my friend.
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One of my old poems. Published somewhere and thank you dear Kymber for reading and the comment.
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