Love is a careless child

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                               Love is a careless child

Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man.

His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn love is a careless child. Promises are made and can be broken.

The woman gave him the gift of smile and hello. The woman knew men are weak.  Men will fall at her feet with the wink of the eyes and tender words.

The wise man sat near the auburn hair beauty and he told her. You are so beautiful. Too dangerous to be touched. You are wild like the Pacific ocean. Cannot be controlled or held down. Your dancing blue eyes make me wish to be brave in the affliction of love.

The pretty woman laughed and she told him. Love can be as sweet as summer fruit and as bitter as a fresh cut lemon. Please kind sir. Love is a gift rarely given. Many thresholds to touch and reach in a long life. A good life is filled with many dances, a lot of laughter and knowing the sweet taste of love.

He could smell the fragment of summer flowers on her neck and long red hair. Her eyes searched his eyes, looking for some kind of reaction. He told her. You are very wise. A orderly and stalemated life leave you wishing for many dances and sweet kisses.

She took his hands. Brought them to her lips. She kissed them with tenderness and she whispered. Dear Johnnie. A dormant life is a dead-man walk. Come dance with me and drink the sweet summer wines.

Johnnie smiled and kissed his Beatrice. He told her. Tonight we don't die in love. Tonight we find the places where lovers go and are fearless and bold. Payment may come. Tonight we will trick the gods and make them think. Love had won.

                                 Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. I do appreciate.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The similes in this poem are so wise, my friend. "like the Pacific Ocean" ....I think a woman would take that as a great compliment! Love can be sweet or sour, this is so true. When love is in the picture, often we do not think about what tomorrow will bring. Your words are soft, yet wise. Such honesty in every line. I always enjoy reading your work, John. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment. The sour days are forgotten.

[Elie Marie]

I love this. I love the story and the words and the images that play through my head as I read it. It's true, it's all too true.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Elie. Good to have good conversation about love and learn to be brave again.

[Pryde Foltz]

A beautiful and poignant write. I loved the reference to Dante.

[Coyote Poetry]

Dante taught us love. Can be far away from us. Leave us with deep and longing memory. Thank you Pryde for reading and the comment.

[Dhaye]

"Promises are made and can be broken."---I believe in that statement. But who we are to judge why people break their promises. There are reasons why that we might never know.

If understanding is a gift,I thank God for giving it to me.

"Love can be as sweet as summer fruit and as bitter as a fresh cut lemon. Please kind sir. Love is a gift rarely given. Many thresholds to touch and reach in a long life. A good life is filled with many dances, a lot of laughter and knowing the sweet taste of love."

Whatever love can give to us, we should thank the people who were with us, regardless of the length of time they stayed with us in this life.

This is something meaningful to me, CP. Thank you for sharing this piece.

[Matching Socks]

It's a beautiful thing when you let your heart go. Too often we think with our heads not our hearts.
I'm still not sure which is more dangerous. Good poem John

[Coyote Poetry]

The heart is more willing to take chances. Thank you Ana for reading and the comment.

[Corset]

wonderful as always , there is such a sweet cadence in your manner when it comes to writing of tenderness , love and women, who could withstand the beauty inside your words. You have a gift.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Corset. I have been reading the ancient poets. They give me reason and the will to write.

[Corset]

ah the days when men were men and women were adored. well done whatever the inspiration.

[Coyote Poetry]

Donne, London and Dryden. Positive words for love and adventure.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed the read my friend. Love always wins in the end I think in one fashion or another. Bless.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes it does. We look at the emotion of love with better vision in old age and thoughts. Thank you Fabian for reading and the comment.

[Zahra]

A dormant life is a dead-man walk. Wonderful words, well penned.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Zahra. I appreciate the comment.

[ANTO]

I read this and read this CP - then I read it some more. Its captivating.
Bravo maestro

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Anto. I appreciate the comment.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

I always sense tender feelings in your poems, John. Of course, knowing you're a war veteran it's surprising if you have the characteristic view of a hard warrior in mind. But even a soldier is a human being with feelings. Even a soldier can be a poet. He certainly will have had feelings a normal man will never have. But we forget that the common feelings like tenderness, love are not only for a certain sort of people. Every one of us has them and needs them to survive. Loved this one very much, John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Rudi. I appreciate the comment.