Forbidden Love

While walking down by the creek early this morn

My eye caught a glimpse of some daisies growing nearby

I picked a few as I walked by; as I smelled them I gave off a sigh

Memories of you came to my mind, my eyes swollen with tears

As I recall back so many years, the time we would spend sharing words

As we walked along the creek, way back then, you picked daisies from the ground and gave them to me; you said your love for me will always be

But that love never lasted, for your fear of this forbidden love was more than you could bear

Now back in my house I went to the attic where I hid our love letters and other treasures

In my wooden old dream box, I opened with my key

There inside were things I have tried to hide and forget

About that spring way back then when we met

The piece of wood which you carved our names with a heart

No, its best that this remains lost in my box along with all these other things that are a token of our love, oh if the town folk knew about us there would be a big fuss

My brother would kill me if he only knew that his wife and sister were lovers!

Guildford H Windley

March 2, 2018

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ewsateriale. that is a terrific poem of love.

Love that one Jackie

Perfectly said Donald

The Key to a Dream

Once a dream spoke in silence,

Whisper my heart stop the violence.

We hold the key to make the dream truth,

Carpenters wood and daisies of our youth.

Fresh air, sunshine and loves brightest flame,

Speak to them softly, spread thy name.

Peace, harmony, words riding the wind,

Embrace where we go, forget where we have been.

© Cynthia Clark

Items Found on the Road

A handful of white daisies

and a latch key lie on a piece

of wood that fell off the tree.

The March wind blows

branches off trees.

The owner of the flowers

too shy to approach

his infatuation

and give her the flowers.

The key to unlock a possibility

and happiness sits on the pavement.

The key to my dreams lie on the ground

Four daisies lie there too

When did my dreams shatter and break

When did I my dreams, forsake

The daisies are a sign of life, of regeneration and renew

Just like my dreams will some day come true

What is the key to your dreams

Is it as easy as it seems

Where is the real key

Is it next to your knee

Is it next to your hand

Not with your head in the sand

The key to your dreams

is deep inside your heart

So on that journey your should start

to find out just where

you are destined to be

Then your real dreams

You shall see

Words not enough to say,

What is beauty that beholds mystery,

Together they keep the secrets,

One teaches to be calm,

The other to be bold,

One reveals happiness,

The other keeps it safe,

Letting this world exist in pieces,

When every existing piece is a,

Beauty that behold mysteries.

- Teddy ©

Thank you so much