You are the love of my life

We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.

                        You are the love of my life

Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of Honduras.
We lavished in a love without fear of  boundaries and distance.

You open new doors for a blind man living for nothing and
trying to find  a quick death on a futile  road leading to no-where.

Did I tell you?
You are so beautiful to me.
Did I tell you?
I would bleed for you, die for you to be safe.

Few men know harmony and they listen to the allure of the night.
Men are tempted by beauty, war and drink.
Neglect of the love, kindness and family lead old men wishing they
knew real love and found peace in the arms of one woman.

Today we act like strangers.
Allowing too many small things to separate us.
Shallow gifts of love leave the heart to mourn.
The curse of life steal laughter, desire and hope.

Does love die?
Can you rebirth what is lost?

Mementos of love are hanging on old walls.
Photos of people who knew joy and happiness.
The photos feel like people who lived in latter lives.

Can sleeping passion and love be rebirth?
Can the sweet melody of love return?

Did I tell you?
How beautiful you are to me.
I would be a empty shell without you.
Did I tell you?
You are the love of my life.

Thank you my sweet wife.
Forgive me for for getting lost and confuse.
You are still the only sweet dream in my life.

Love is like a flower garden.
Need love and care to keep alive.
Must be tender and kind to allow the plant to grow and bloom.
A beautiful flower had attention and was treated with tenderness.


                           Coyote
                        August 2013

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you enjoy. Any mistakes. Please assist a old man.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Coyote,

I don't review you as frequently as perhaps I should. And yes, there are typos, but you are an old hand. I leave that to you. You know the drill.

Okay, this is a very passionate piece. If there has been a breakup, my deepest sympathies and hopes for the future.

Yes. We can lose that which is most important to us, and we can lose it without noticing it slip away and without knowing why. This is a human flaw. We don't see what we need to see because we are too absorbed in other things in life. It is our tragedy. It is the making of Shakespearian plays for how we let the important go and fixate on the trivial aspects of the here and now, because somehow life thrust these things before our faces and that's all that we can see.

"Did I tell you?
How beautiful you are to me.
I would be a empty shell without you.
Did I tell you?
You are the love of my life."

How tragic if this message is not delivered with the passion and attention it needs. How horrible if the message is doubted by the loved one that needs to believe it beyond anything else.

We are frail. We are far from perfect. We have so many faults. It seems we are doomed to be unhappy because we cannot deliver what we need to our loved ones. The only way to survive is to adopt a sense of extreme tolerance. It is a life's lesson that extends beyond personal matters. We must count on our ability to see through things that would normally trouble us, even make us mad, and to see that these are not the original intensions. We must adopt extreme tolerance to survive this world and to make things work. Patience and tolerance are wonderful gifts that seem regularly discarded in the modern word. We need to recapture this.

Off the soap box now. This piece was greatly enjoyed. High marks.

All my best wishes,

Rick

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the detailed review. I do appreciate. I will repair later.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is beautiful...and hopeful...can we rekindle a relationship...???

if there is this much love behind it...i doubt it not.

nicely expressed...

jacob

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. Good to re-birth hope before it is too late.

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Wow! Passionate and filled with deep emotion..... Alluring in every aspect, I really enjoyed reading it!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Life is not perfect, but you have perfected your love.. and this is the thread that binds you..

Simply gorgeous Coyote!..I adore this romantic piece!~xoxo~:)

"Thank you my sweet wife.
Forgive me for for getting lost and confuse.
You are still the only sweet dream in my life.

Love is like a flower garden.
Need love and care to keep alive.
Must be tender and kind to allow the plant to grow and bloom.
A beautiful flower had attention and was treated with tenderness."~ What a beautiful acclamation!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Robbie. Sometime we must remind ourselves. What is important.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You are right about that...thank you for the reminder... lovely write, dear Coyote. :)

[Everett DeValle]

I really enjoy how you show your vulnerable side when in love, Coyote...it's a really a fine display...Honduras sounds fun...I really love Central America...I'm in awe with this poem...I just felt how much you care and love. Awesome.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Everett for the kind words. Honduras is a beautiful place.

[Everett DeValle]

You are most welcome, Coyote. :)