In exploring your heart,
One day I became lost in you;
Still, here I abide wrapped in warmth
And in no need of rescue.
Janet Jackson – Someday Is Tonight
Tag: Love
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The essence of me still holds you tightly in loving caress;
The stubbornness of my heart refusing to let go
Of intimate moments and kisses endless.
I am trapped in time, preserved in ice from the cold winter of loneliness;
My eyes cry … the warm tears fall.
In the clutter of my mind I clear a space for you.
You dance with me intimately and you are again mine;
Or at least for a time.
Come home with me, and let’s rekindle a once raging fire
That slowly faded to embers;
I had tried to find a way out many times, but I am lost in your rapture.
Vividly I commune with you in dreams,
But when I awake the sight of you is hard to capture.
The indelible mark you left on me is impressed upon my heart eternally.
With your hair curled and eyes bright I see you;
Your warm smile and beautiful aura
Entangling me in deep passion of rare memories.
I loved you deeply, always pouring out of myself the deep well
Of intimacy, love, and sensuality so you’d always remember me.
Oh heaven, that I could hold her once more;
That she could see solemn eyes that for so long have cried.
No, no, I must pull away and temper my desolate soul,
Lest my heart longs for you for an eternity;
But despite my constant protest, my heart no longer belongs to me. -
The sorrow in our eyes that we carry
Is the rendering of our lives,
For our sorrows have been many.
We savor tranquility, for our joys are momentary.
With tears, we strive to be alive struggling to find buoyancy,
While Sinking in life’s troubled waters with hearts that are heavy.
We scream at the shore waving our arms frantically
Trying to get the attention of society;
But though they see, they turn away blindly.
We must collectivize to become our own safety,
Calmly lifting each other out of dark waters
And find warmth on the ship with healing light that sails peacefully. -
The precious essence of a woman is revealed past the mere sensual appeal of her exterior. Her soul must be nurtured in the rich soil of eternal rapture with sunlight and plenty of water. In the gradual opening of her heart, she becomes a blooming flower with the intoxicating fragrance of a white gardenia. With roots firmly planted, she is unmovable even in stormy weather; her petals are delicate so you must protect her and be tender in the way you handle her. Her beauty will attract many but they could never touch her. She is a wonder and stunning in the magnificence of her color. Certainly, jealous eyes gaze upon her in the glory of her splendor. With genuine love and affection she will never wither. In the warmth of intimacy she will thrive and effortlessly survive the cold harshness of the winter. Daily, you must lovingly whisper to her even in her slumber. In divine balance, her exposure to sunlight, water and nutrients must be evenly measured. Without uprooting her, the majesty of her existence must be treasured. A perennial, year after year she is made beautiful in her renewal. The strength of love is found in patience because its foundation is gradual. Deeply rooted in compassion, our love is everlasting and her elegance eternal.
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I thought I had lost you forever
But you abide in me so we are together,
And on that day we gather,
I will again see you Mother.
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It was at my lowest point you saw me;
Still you reached for me.
In your tender kisses and warmth you embraced me;
With tears in your eyes, you told me that you loved me;
What can I render to you for rescuing me?
Affectionately, I call you ‘baby.’
We are inseparable for all eternity.Karyn White – Love Saw It
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Tears blurred sorrowful eyes that couldn’t see you clearly,
But it was you all this time who was there for me;
At night loving whispers constantly encouraged me.
It was an epiphany when you told me you loved me;
Now through clear eyes I kiss you as you embrace me. -
I had lost myself in you. The many pieces of me scattered over the battlefields of lost love, mixed in with jealously, nonsensical arguments, and other emotional debris. Every time you leave you take a piece of me, but I want you to remember me so I give willingly. Years go by but the ‘what ifs’ still haunt me. Was it her? Was it me, or was it we? In my eyes you are a creation of beauty. They say the destiny of the misunderstood is to be lonely. I commune with myself with past memories as my only company; the sensual whispers, deep kisses and your laughter especially. A strand of your hair found on a pillow is enough to invoke emotions in me that I would otherwise never know. Like a strong tide, you pull me to and fro; I struggle to swim and get back to shore, but upon my return the man I used be is no more. Inadvertently, you also left a piece of yourself with me as you walked out of the door. Goodbye kisses turn into final intimate experiences, and then again last words are spoken. I wait until you drive off to commence my long held weeping. Tears still flow even after the third day of mourning. To dull the pain, old numbers are called and familiar voices answer, but it’s not the same. I try to pull away from you, but seemingly we are conjoined; it was a revelation to me when I realized my heart was no longer mine. A collage of past loves adorn the wall of my heart like a gallery of fine art; each one with their own unique story, narrated with powerful oratory. If you ever need me, send for me with love, addressed, in care of my heart with the postage of white doves, sealed with a kiss and scented with the perfume I most miss.
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Sensual whispers and endless kisses are not enough.
You must reach your climax;
Your soul I must touch. -
We were lovers for two summers
Taking walks together, holding hands,
And eagerly discovering each other.
You had dark hair with highlights
Past your shoulder, two gold Figaro chains
With a crucifix and your name,
Brown Timberland boots,
And a tattoo on your shoulder
Prominently displaying the face of your mother.
With passionate kisses I was enraptured in your aura;
I still remember you, my beautiful Borinqueña.
