Love Thee

Romantic Musing~♥

Love Thee

I  love thee more than the morning sky..

Love thee more than my life, before my silent eyes..

Love thee more than trees bloom in Spring

birds that hide and lovely sing.

I will love thee from now to then

among my loves and my friends,

love you more than my moonlight nights

cuddling the stars in hugs of ice.

My promise  handed  this day to thee

Similar to the ocean in the midnight breeze,

thou should not have such a perfect love

who rests and cares with all above..

Darling, my  love ,  this voyage

committed forever more ...Even if eternity  is calling

at the last open door

my heart will never forget this, love

lasting core.

©Lynda ferrer/2012

If the wind would only know

Romantic  ~ Musing ~ ♥

If the wind would only know

If the wind would only know…

the love I felt for you

how I held you in my arms

how I melted when you kissed…

If the wind would only know

the secrets whispered in my ear

the verses you wrote

the color of your skin..

If the wind would only know

 your eyes like shinning stars

Your lips a velvet moon

 smile like the white sky

I f the wind would only blow…

So I could tell her

how I miss you so…

And bring you to my arms

To  never let you go…

©Lynda Ferrer/2013

A Heart of Lace (for mistreated woman)

I remember how the sun shone
on her face
blinding her eyes in disgrace
It was much the pain she suffered
being an unappreciated wife..

Although she was a pretty woman
her old vestiment didn’t exalt
her lovely body
the dress she wore,
most the time during her chores.

Seldom, she saw the sunlight, sky
Her job, children and husband
Were it all…

Her days were very long…
She went to bed late
because of her responsibilities
as a mother …

She would have liked to study more
write poetry
and novels
but no time left for this..

All she received was negative
for all her cares
She was little by little
mistreated more than hurt
ashamed for what she was going through..

She really had a heart of gold
but was judged of having a heart of hate…

Now her older ,her children adults
husband partially humble
She writes
Sees the sunlight and sky

Husband does the deeds
She’s free
And understands God
has/had a purpose for her in this world..

~ Dedicated to all woman that suffer and are mistreated~

“Never ever lose hope he is there by you side”
By Lynda Ferrer©/2013

Elasped ~homeless

Muse ~on ~wings/2013

Elapsed~ homeless

Grimy, dissuade
injured, pale
isolated

Bleak,
Downhearted
Disheartened

Uninvited guest
cracked nails
filthy

Despair

Painful scraped face

frowning

Below rainy
cardboard nights
eyelids rust
everlasting insomnia

Elapsed figure

Friend

Poet
©Lynda ferrer/2013

Eternal

Eternal


Would you dance with me over the moon
tippy toeing each star in twilight lagoons
flying into space up to Saturn
escaping meteorite like kisses
fired in space until it misses..

Would you write a poem
with cloudy white ink
of beautiful words
my heart would sink...

Would you touch the sun
to warm my heart
and tell me love
that I'm the one...

Would you catch the rain
and pour it in my soul
so it's magic touch
turns it to gold...

Would you disturb destiny
in all it means to me
and whisper darling
I'll always be.

To You with love
CR/RR/Lynda Ferrer/2013

Soul Mate

Soul  Mate

Soul, my mate

be my love, my heart

conscious to start

dusk, a world so dark..

 My mate, company

bless thoughts

baptize this heart

to pureness brought

Soul

listen to all told

as I get old

in frozen folds

Soul be my mate

even in deserted times

 poems die without rhyme

wine dries sometimes

Soul, mate

for ever and more

sing songs alive

when my roses die...

Soul, my mate

when the sun

doesn't arise

please stay

show love

all the way...

©LyndaFerrer/2013

End

End
 
Should I fear the morning moon

a bird that sings a precious tune

the ecstasy that hues my naked eye

should I fear to live or die...

when thou not see the morning fall

all is dead then we shall

appreciate the days we lived

the ones we know and all we give...

Oh my days that shorten now

the older I get the train is loud

although my burden is heavy at times

I know my life is passing by

Should I fear to say goodbye

as I see the lovely skies

where the moon seldom hides

leaving tear scars in my eyes

Now I realize and slowly accept

Life is a gift from holy kept

What a lies ahead will make me cry

My friends my life is passing by.....

Poem By Lynda Ferrer

©Lynda Ferrer/2013 RR