Monday, March 26, 2012

Is His Love Faithful and True?

When the morning Doves coos

welcomes the light of day,

I am awaken by the flickering light— 

filtering through the trees,

and splashing daylight my way.

I am told love comes to those who wait,

But patience is not my virtue, nor is it my mate.

So many times I stood watching the waves as they slowly

wet the beach sand,

It reminds me time is ticking away, and where is

my man.                                                                                    

Was this a real business convention?

Or has another woman captured his attention.

Yesterday, he kissed me good-bye at the door,

He left so fast—I wanted more.

He did not call last night as he promised to the skies,

There will be no compromise.

Is he a liar—that is easily surmised?

It is not I that will be surprised.

The doorbell chimes----I walk slowly to answer the door,

And just delivered are flowers galore.

Flowers are beautiful indeed,

But this man had better take heed.

I never trust a man, who lied once to me,

Never a fool will I be.

No excuses will I conceive,

When he arrives, he will just have to leave.

Does he love me? I would say no,

This liar will have to go.

Never think a woman who is blond is dumb,

Or you may see a war dance and never hear the drum.

He is no man of mine,

I will give him no time,

He is not worth a dime.

© BEPH  2011 All Rights Reserved

PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this poem and if it is seen anywhere else on
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Friday, February 11, 2011

Do You Really Love Him?

First Meeting What you feel for him-----is it really "LOVE"?

Or is it infatuation? 

What is the difference you ask, and can you really know the difference?

Let's see if you really love him.

When you met--you could not stop starring, and the air that surrounded you crackled with chemistry,--- and was it so strong --other people stopped to look.

You could not move, and neither could he. Did you take a step towards him--slowly--and did he start towards you a little faster?     

What did you notice first? His face, his eyes, his lips, his teeth, or his body?

Did his voice thrill you when he spoke?

So, you are now dating and you are still asking yourself---Is it "Love" or am I  infatuated?

Have you decided yet?   

This is not something to be taken lightly, it is the most important life decision you will make concerning  "Love."     

I am such a romantic that I wrote a poem about how I felt about Love,when it happened so many years ago. I hope this it will help you to chose wisely.      

See if you  feel this way.                             

I wrote " I  Feel Your Lovein  July 5, 1993 

I can FEEL your presents when I walk into a room,
before my eyes can seek out yours.

When you look at me, I see tender LOVE in your eyes,
eyes that can become dark with molton passion, that warms
and brightens the darkest recesses of heart and soul.

I FEEL your hands touch my skin, their glorious caresses heals
my wounded spirit.

The warmth of your touch lasts for days, as my sensitive skin
records and replays it again and again, ...........for my pleasure.

I can FEEL your passionate kisses on my swollen lips for days,
as they skillfully promise a tender LOVE that will last to infinity.

Waves of ardent love ripples down my body, to wash away
...... any doubts or hurts.

I can FEEL the hard muscles in your strong arms as they embraced
my body, and enfolded me like steel bands. And I feel safe, as you
pulled me tight to your chest.

My soft feminine body is pressed against your hard, taut masculine frame,
....... my world is secure.

I can FEEL our hearts, beat as one. Our love is unique, and will last after
this earth is nonexistent, and is only dust particles in space, ......... we will
still FEEL our LOVE.     

And after all is said and done--I can simpifly the Love vs Infatuation.

This is my opinion only: Infatuation is the hook that catches you, and
love is the seed that grows.

Life together are the love branches that grows from that seed. .

And years of living and loving together, grow the mighty tree of Love.

© BEPH  2011

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