Out of the shadows a romantic story emerges
of two souls destined to find love.
It's true, so many stories of romance have been written
that one could make a noose for the world with them.
But love is a very funny thing and as you know
you can hate someone you love
and love someone you hate...
Many times over and over again love is misunderstood
and many are stood up and many have missed the boat.
Still, can one live without it?
Men are driven to insanity over and by women...
and women, well, yeah, you already know the story.
So another love story to gag on is in the making...
did I lose you yet?
Perhaps I did, but a least my shadow is still here,
waiting right next to me as I sit at a quaint little
bistro table at an outside cafe just waiting to order.
"Madame, may I take your order?"
" Not just yet, sir, I am hoping to order tea for two"
11 comments:
I enjoyed reading what you write :)
Thank you, Marinela! It's always nice to know somebody stopped by and read my stuff...whether they liked it or not.
Gives me reason to write!
Hi Vivian, cool writing, and you did lose me a wee bit but still cool though.
PS. is your photo blog ok at the moment, as when i click on your photo's it says on my task manager your site not responding, just thought i would let you know.
Thank you, Alex, sorry I lost you a bit...back to the writing board!
And my photo blog is still alive and beating, guess it was just the site's mishap.
Adrian! Ya did it again! ha! Leave your comments....I like them.
Vivian, I will go for a bottle of wine for two. Love will be much better a bit drunk...hehe
and by the away, a man can loose his mind over a woman, I agree with you.
But a woman can go insane over a man...hehe!
Don't laugh because it is the true!
Thank you, Adrian, and I agree....drunken love is wonderful, so, looks like I'll have to continue this story with a different twist to it, yes?
September Rain
An intended couplet’s collogue
but destiny had fated an epilogue.
Pregnant thoughts I conceived
as my fetal heart labored naïve.
A bistro rendezvous, table for two
and a check that said “thank you”.
The cold rain-washes down
as the darkness closes round.
My heart wades into the night
as your echo fades out of sight.
For every tear my quill doth wry
penned words heave with a sigh.
Yet, as all dowie poets learn
that only your echo will return.
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sign.....nice Joe, more than nice...thank you!
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