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 :)

[Sujash I. Purna]

nice work!

[trainwreck]

Your first few words are always near the picture, which sometimes confuses me, but otherwise this was a flawless work. I was glad to read it. Honestly, it struck me as incredible, just as essentially all your work does.

[T.W. Early]

Love this! the beauty of true love then the tragic loss of it only to end with immense yearning for the lost love. good job.

[brenda]

great job great description and lets see im not a critic critic but i think is beautiful !!:)

[Ben Lingemann]

A well written write nicely spattered with vintage photography, full of geography and sweet simplicity.

[?]

Beautiful
Awesome story

[A.G Franke]

like the deep imagery and espcaily the pictures inbeteween! Sometimes it is good to let the reader come up with their own image, but in this insance pictures help paint a picture in the readers mind. I like how you described her elegence and beauty in deep detail too! As well as the affectoin too! I think how you proved your love though was never getting over her, that's true love, never wanting anyone else! good work!!

[Ice QueenJen]

Very sweet memories of a long but not forgotten time in your life!

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

You are a master wordsmith my friend, this is beautiful poetry.

[.:Arianna:.]

WOW!!! This one was so beautiful! I love it! You are so sweet with your words and imagery. Makes me want the summer to come even more...brilliant work