Whisper

Whisper of breath hearts desires,

Roses of red, my soul on fire.

Eyes touch a spark of passion,

Emotional bliss loves satisfaction.

© Cynthia Clark

two red roses

two theatre tickets

romantic evening

True Love

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True love is not a one act play

For true love just does not work that way

There are many chapters that must be played

No, true love is not a one act play

Love is like two roses that grow together both with thorns upon the stem

For in life as with the roses, there are pointed time when love is tested

But true love overcomes the pains of prickly points

That was inflected

No true love is not a one act play, but is a life time romantic drama.

Here lies two tickets to my heart

One way takes me back home to those Smoke filled rooms and brown tinted carpet

Back to the days I’d lay in your arms with a mind full of naïveté

Back to the days I thought we’d raise our little boy together

But the other

The other takes me on a wild twisted journey

One where you cant see how far the road bends or how much it twist until the end

The one that feels like success again

The one I have to sacrifice my sons growth and development for education

Resulting in only three days of vacation

What do I do

I know

now I must choose

But what more do I have to lose

I lost my dream and lifelong fantasy in less than 270 days

I lost myself and detoured away from my old conscience ways

I paid a price for loving you

It hurts to know I can’t have what my soul truly desires which is you

So I guess for now my heart will choose option two

Desires for desires

Burning in fire

We're going higher

Though the future is unclear

The path's clearly not clear..

But..

It's beautiful

With the sweetest purfume,

Warm and soft

Just like the Rose!

But..

Beauty can't be found so easily

The thorns' gonna pricked

Our hearts gonna bleed!

Yet...

The pains will be our pleasure

Found in our leisure

Coz..

Those pains are nothing,

In front of our desire

For each other..

thorns cut deeply

Drugged rose

Now sleeping in his arms

was she intoxicated

he looked like her saviour

his hearts desire

Now his forever

For her he was a rose

For him she was a thorn

She treated him very special , like soft petals

Only in the end she was left her heart full of nettels

His heart was a piece of metal

Waiting here for you

My hopes there in front of me

But you never came

Petals wrap the hearts desire,

among the mystery of loves kiss;

a song responds full of fire

and i am lost in passions promise.