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 Jul 2012
SweetCindy
So often
I write love poems
but
never find love.

© 2012
 Jul 2012
SweetCindy
Man                                           Woman
He Smiles Curiously                        She Blushes Coyly
He Approaches      Asks her name      She shares it     Asks the Same
Mr Right                              Love at First Sight                    Her Smile is a Delight
"Meet for Drinks?"                            hmmmmmm                      ­        "Pick me up at 8?"
He knocks - 1 rose.                                vase, water                        Her perfume - sweeter.
Politely, opens car door for her                                The night keeps getting better
At the restaurant                                                      S­he sips her red wine
Conversation so easy                    She feels she's known him forever
"Would you like to dance?                "I don't dance very well."
"Indulge me, just want u in my arms."    ~Just a smile~
One hand at her waist, one on her back.
They become one, all others disappear.
Peering into each other's eyes.
No words are needed.
Their bodies
say
it.


© 2012
 Jul 2012
SweetCindy
I can't really say for sure if I ever knew true love, because I have never understood a clear definition of what it is.  I see in the movies - guy meets girl, woos her, they fall in love & live happily ever after;  I see family / friends seemingly in love but bickering, fighting, unfortunately sometimes never reconciling.  I can truthfully say I have known many loves in its innumerable forms. I have opened my heart only to close it again due to fear, uncertainty, doubt or deceit.  I have promised my undying love to not just a few, only to steal my heart back treacherously as if it would cause them no pain.  How could it possibly - they lived successfully before they knew or loved me - yet, what if it did?  and why am I so "numb" to that pain.  Why don't I feel the sting of ripping my OWN heart out of my OWN chest and trampling it every time someone tries to love me? I don't want to be loved - because that leaves me vulnerable to getting hurt.
But I DO want to be loved - God only knows where I'll find it.

© 2012
 Jul 2012
SweetCindy
When he looks at me, he stares....he loves me!
Then again maybe he glares...he loves me not.

He smiled! He smiled at me!... He loves me!
Oh wait! It was the girl behind me...he loves me not.

He's approaching - maybe he wants to talk...he loves me!
I guess I was wrong - he continues to walk...he loves me not.


He's having a party and I'm invited!...He loves me!
He calls it off for a more important engagement...he loves me not!

He's talking with his friends and at me they look...He loves me!
They start to laugh they think I'm too hooked...He loves me not.

He stares at me, smiles & then approaches... He loves me!
He talks to me - tells me his friends were his 'coaches'... He loves me!
They told him to no longer hide his secret... He loves me!
He tells me how long it was for him to keep it:  HE LOVES ME!!

© 1992

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