Beautiful Scottish eyes

For April, the poetry month number two...

Beautiful Scottish eyes...

Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she told me. Please Johnnie, don't break my heart. I told her. Sheena, Sheena, my darling, my dream-maker. I will never break your heart my love.

Once a noble Scottish gal allowed me to dance with her, we roamed the country side of Germany and I held her hand day and night. I told the night stars. You became my story. Beautiful Sheena. I didn't know love was held-up by a few words.

Now the old poet, he don't cry no-more. Now the poet write  about a perfect days, the sweetest kisses, promises made and broken.

Damn wars, tomfoolery and youth torn the sweetness of love away, that could not be. Old men who held treasure and who held the kindness of a honest and sweet woman. He learn too late.

Love come rarely and you cannot forget the kisses. 

Now the old poet, he dances alone by the sea and he tells the rising moon. I remember you dear Sheena and I pray. You are happy and content.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Nostalgia brings back both sweetness and sadness of lovely Sheena. We don't always appreciate what we have till it's gone and age has a habit of bringing wisdom. I hope your Sheena is happy and content too. Maybe she remembers you with the same affection.Lovely work Coyote.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. Dear Sheena forgave me. I never forgave myself.

[Chris Shaw]

I hope you can now.

[Patricia]

Sheena the dream maker, still making a dreamer of you, how beautiful! I think that is a wonderful gift she left for you. Very nice Coyote Hugs!

[Coyote Poetry]

She did and I learn. Love is tender and thank you dear Patricia for reading and the comment.

[Soren]

A beautiful relating of the process of love and relationships in the passage of time. Reflection on the past are often wistful and this left me with feelings of nostalgia. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren. I appreciate the comment.

[Ted Kniffen]

That's about all we can do John, pray that all our past loves are happy and content and that maybe ... just maybe they spare a thought for us.

Well done my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Ted. I do agree.

[Ken Simm.]

Given where I live and given the title of this I just had to review. And I'm glad I did. You are the master of past romance John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Ken. Maybe one day. I will return to Scotland. Drink a Scottish whiskey to a memory.

[M. J. Smith]

Have I met Sheena once before? She must have been some lassie to haunt you. And still inspiring you to boot. Aye, they are the most powerful lassies...

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree M. J. Smith. 45 years later. I remember her kindness. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[JE Falcon]

Well, Coyote, you have bested yourself, once again. --- I read the lines, "Now the old poet, he dances alone by the sea and he tell the rising moon. I remember. ..." Yes we do, we remember. The tears may stop but the warmonger's stupidity stays, mothers are taken, fathers never come home, families torn apart, and lovers are lost to the toys of tyrants. --- This is a very touching poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Your words. Were true. War steal the best from us.

[Lisasview]

Oh gosh, where oh where has your dear Sheena gone..
Happy you hope..but missing her smile and the love you two had.
Lisa, now in Spain

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Lisa, in Spain. Us, who love to write. We like to swim in things, we lost. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lisasview]

Swim in things we lost...You could use that line in one of your thoughtful poems...
You are so welcome.
Lisa, now raining and cold and still dark early..

[knighngale]

Wow, Dancing Cayote, remarkable. You love but it deceases and then she goes to an old man, LOL funny. I feel you hold a great grip on her. I love it! :D

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. Old age make us know. Kindness, we need now.

[knighngale]

You think? Cayote? It didn't anger you? :O) LOL

[Coyote Poetry]

No. It was my mistake. Sometimes, we don't know. We held a diamond and we lost her.

[knighngale]

oh isee, I don't believe you hon, but okay --maynard

[Gee]

Lovely words that had to be read as I'm a half breed Scot married to a Scottish lassie who has the most beautiful blue eyes.
Enjoyed your words Coyote, good morning ;)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are very lucky. Scottish ladies. Are blessing. Thank you for reading and the comment.