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 :)

[KAREN]

Very beautiful and well written. Loved the pictures as well, but even without them your descriptions hlep me see it all. Excellent write!

[Ed Hart]

that's quite a story, my friend, a moment in time, like a jewel

[Aidz]

An enchanting story, love the pics :)

[Sri Gawn Tu Fahr]

I love it - what a wonderful journey it was to ride your poetry

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow man...There is some special magic in your work.
It is a complete mystery to me how you can just open
your heart and welcome readers into it. There is nothing
between you and them/us. You make us feel like we've
known you forever....This is brilliant work.

[Star Wolf]

A very beautiful memory that has the tint of sadness to it of regret. I really enjoyed reading this poem of a very strong love.

[Amy Bumpas]

This is a beautiful tribute to your lady love...memories, we never
forget. I really like the added pictures you used.

[*[[ Cadence ]]*]

wonderful poem (:

[Erinne S.]

I loved this! It is so sweet! The pictures added to it and I loved the flow of the piece.

~Erinne