Sweet red wine

Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.

                                   Sweet red wine                                 































It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.
They are cheap and tasty.
It was a beautiful late summer day.
The youth of  the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine and listening to music.

I was  with my Scottish beauty.
She was so beautiful.
She held me so tightly.
We found a peace in a sweet love only
two innocent in heart can understand.

We drank the sweet red wine.
I asked her to marry me.
We sealed our two lives together,
with sweet and tender kisses.
Her sweet lips tasted of sweet red wine.








       


    


















         

We traveled to Scotland together.
Made promises of forever to the Ivory Cliffs of Dover.
I could kiss and love my lady till we fell together in a happiness no-one
could separate.
She promised to love me forever and a day.
I told her. She would be my only sweet dream I can hold on to.                                
























Somehow foolishness and bad timing allow us to separate.
I did not forget my promise.
Her kind memory is tattoos on my heart.
For after we separated.
I could not love anyone else.

I wished everyday to return to lake.
Drink sweet red wine.
Wrap my arms around her.
Kiss her sweet lips.
Have her warm body near.
For I cannot forget her beautiful face. 

For her.
I have written a thousand words of love.
Never gave any woman what we shared and understood.

I whisper to the wind.
I pray to  the moon and the stars.
My yearning to taste sweet red wine.
Dance by the Boeblingen lake with my love.
Kiss and hold her near.
Whisper thank you  for her kindness and love for a foolish man.

This time.
I would not release her from my life.

                         Coyote
                       1981

Author's Note

A old poem written in 1981. Any mistakes please assist. Never too old to learn.
Coyote

Reviews

[Lighthouse Call]

I like the meaning of the sweet red mine.
You created an amazing scene with the pictures and your words gave it life.
The flow of your writing is brilliant, even though it was written in 1981.
Interesting idea, you mentioned the taste of the sweet red wine when you kissed her lips, rather then when you actually drank. I like the idea, it gives it more ..uhm *think of an adjective... power? It's struck me :) Excellent write :)

[Avocations of Amber]

This poem evokes sad and heartbreaking feelings for those who yearn to be loved. It has the nature of a dreamer's heart, a source that usually brings out the best writing....at least it does for me. Thank you for sharing this beautiful moment in time.

[rnuff]

WOW, I enjoyed this write. It's a lovely write.

[PP]

From 1981, here you come! Awesomeness, nothing at all that I can pick on, love the placement of images, kind of melts with the story you've told! Thanks Coyote for giving such meaning to Sweet Red Wine!

[Shaylynn H.]

It's creative and not bad, it however is repetitive such as using the word beauty right after beautiful. All things considered, it's not too bad. I found the flow a little off but to each is own.

[Frieda P]

This is such a poignant love story, and so sad. The mistakes we make when there's no going back are the worst. I love the title and the story just got progressively better from there. So true, never too old to learn, we do this all our lives. The trick is learning from our mistakes. Love it.

This is really nitpicking, and it doesn't detract from your story at all, but I'd omit the 'a' in front of peace in that line...
'We found a peace in a sweet love only'

[Renée]

Wow.. Coyote I think you out did yourself on this one..yes back in 1981 ( ;
I adore this one..such a deep love.. thank you for sharing it ! ( :

[Cristina]

absolutely beautiful

[J. F. Charleston]

Wow! Very... To say upfront this almost made me cry. That's something that rarely happens. It's so beautiful.

[Antonio Valentino]

there is not a sweeter man with as pure a heart as you my friend.. you think and write in a style that is innocent and so real one cant help but feel the words just melt into their heart.. i wish your dreams could come true.. too bad you couldnt find her again and at least share with her your never ending poems and feelings.. im sure it would mean a lot to her still.

blessings to you Coyote.. you're a dear man

:)

[afra]

simply beautiful .....good job