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 :)

[dreaming dame]

I could almost taste the wine, hear the wind, see the stars. Beautiful.

[TamiViolet]

How this one pulls and tugs at the heart because tis bittersweet and most can recall that one who got away...somehow... Is that water red tinged? lol. It looks like it...BTW, she's beautiful, Coyote. I thoroughly enjoy your writing. So, are you with her now? I'm asking because of the last two lines? Yeah, she's your sweet wine, better with age.... I hope you get published soon because I'm buying... I mean that.

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

Really sweet and lovely!

[Morning Star]

WOW this is beautiful !
your words capture true love and the picture she is beautiful!
Your words express how true love never ever dies
its embedded in the cord of the heart
Brilliant Love poem
Have a happy Easter Weekend XX

[Ladysue]

Such a beautiful expression of love and romance...some memories stay with us always...lovely...

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A beautiful piece of love and romance and most of all memories of a time shared...........

[Phibby Venable]

the wine works beautifully here as you move it from first blush
to a ripened aging, just as you move to a maturity of what is
most valuable. very beautiful work.

[R.J. Seoul]

Your heart comes through with your words. You know you're successful when more than just letters are on the page.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

There is such genuine sweetness in your words..always.You always generously share a slice of your life with us..thank you.