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 :)

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

Oh this is so beautiful and heartbreaking poem sweetie! I really felt YOUR FEELINGS AND LOVE in this poem, with every word.

Thank you for sharing it. I remember your other poem about her, your Scottish beauty. =)

[Eric Cox]

Beautiful poem in tribute to a woman of beauty. An excellent piece penned.

[Revolutionary]

Now you got me I love wine and heartfelt moments mixed with wine.I love your poem.Wel written and great pics.
even if you do not kiss her lips again at least you still have wine!!!!

[quinfinn]

i can find no fault in this poem, i find it tasteful and lovely, full of images of painful yet sweet memories of the love of a life time. absolutely stunning imagery and cleverly written with loving care. terrific write!

[Awkward]

Thank you for sharing! Keep it up! I love reading your poetry!

[♥(heatherawesome..]

nice poem sooo keep it up

[Shalini Dinesh]

Is that the picture of your woman??? if yes, she looks beautiful.....
Very beautiful poem, the feel of it is just awesome. could easily make out how much you loved and still love the woman from your poems....

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

This is fabulous...!!! A great piece of work..!!!!

Applause..!!!!!

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WOW! This is just so amazing! I enjoyed this alot.

[Vanny]

This is breathtakingly beautiful. Very nicely done