Robin Dunlop

Robin Dunlop Jun 8

The most beautiful woman,
I've ever seen,
Strong and resilient,
And she resembles me.

She used to walk,
Upon broken glass,
But she built a bridge,
And now walks with class.

She wears the scars unseen,
Upon the soles of her feet.
A reminder to herself,
To never accept defeat.

Her passion burns so bright.
And she'll always be My Sunshine.
Humbly unaware her light,
Is so beautifully divine.

The smile she used to force,
For the spectators to be appeased,
Is now a genuine fixture,
For she, herself, is pleased.

Nobody ever told her,
The road was paved with glass.
Couldn't believe their words,
"This too shall pass."

The wounds of her past,
Will always be scars.
But she now walks with pride,
With the most wonderful heart.

A heart that slowly changed,
From blackness to bright.
When she fought for herself,
And discovered her light.

She may still hurt,
From time to time,
But you'll never know the strength,
Of this daughter of mine!

To my daughter who learned to climb out of her own personal hell and walk with light and pride. This is a continuation of a previously written poem called "The Walk"

Robin Dunlop Feb 2022

Valentine

673 days ago
I met the love of my life.
128 days ago
I became your wife.

I never could have imagined
What real love could grow into.
But my childhood, midnight dreams,
Came true when I met you.

As each amazing day with you
Turns into precious years,
I continue to find who I really am
And you relieve me from my fears.

The future with you, My Valentine,
Is beautiful beyond belief.
During times of bliss and joy,
And even during times of grief.

I will love you with all I have, my dear
Until the day I die.
For better or worse, rich or poor,
I'll be your valentine.

Robin Dunlop Feb 2022

Immortal Valentine

I do not express my love for you,
Specifically on this day.
My love for you, I hope, is shown,
In my actions every day.

I give my words of affection,
But they are simply vibrations in the air.
Like music, they land upon your ears,
But they are short lived and die right there.

That is why I write to you, my love,
So that they are immortal to your eye,
To revisit my words at any time,
And reminisce of you and I.

Promises merely spoken,
Can be forgotten over time.
So I write this promise to you today,
To forever be your Valentine!

I promise to you all my love,
In every imaginable way,
In not only these immortal words,
But in every single thing I do, every single day.

Robin Dunlop Sep 2020

Agape

All the words of love are written,
To my darling, my lover, and best friend,
I am ravished by these thoughts of you,
From every sunrise 'til the day's end.

The day we met, our journey began,
But it began with the end of another.
We brought with us Philautia love,
Loving ourselves before each other.

Ludus makes us dance in the rain,
Like children who love to play.
We joke and tease and tickle,
And we'll be forever young this way.

Eros pulls my eyes in your direction,
Consuming your body with my mind.
Its passion joins our flesh,
And sends chills along my spine.

Philia opens our hearts to one another,
As our friendship blooms like flowers.
We share interests and even secrets,
And talks that go on for hours.

Pragma should take years to mature,
But instead of 'falling' in love we 'stood.'
We committed ourselves in a mere moment,
To forever love each other, we would.

Even Storge has a presence here,
In the eyes the children see you through.
This familial love makes this a home,
And is complete because of you.

And now I find myself in Agape,
A culmination of all of the above.
It is selflessness and sacrifice,
And it is the epitome of love.

All these words of love are written,
To my darling, my lover, and best friend.
I promise you this Agape love,
From now until this journey ends.

#love #lovepoems #agape

Robin Dunlop Aug 2020

A Lover's Night Alone

I tried to gaze at the stars tonight,
But they just didn't seem to glow.
The moon was a little dimmer, too,
And I just wanted you to know,
That nothing tends to shine as bright,
When I'm looking at them alone.

The night's gentle breeze grazed my skin,
And it only made me miss you more.
For that's not your breath or whisper,
And it's not the touch that I adore.
There's a coldness on this summer night,
A lonely chill I can't ignore.

Robin Dunlop Aug 2020

Things I Wish to Say, Part II

I wrote a little something,
To the ones who loved you, Dear,
Of the things I wished to tell you,
If only you were here.

But some words can't be written,
For just anyone to read.
Sometimes they're more specific.
For a special one indeed.

He's my love and my best friend,
And this is just my way,
Of telling him a few of,
The things I wish to say.

I'd say you were his first love,
And that I hope to be his last.
I'd let you know I love his flaws,
And I even love his past.

I'd remind you what an amazing man,
That he turned out to be.
And I'd tell you I can't imagine,
Anyone better made for me.

I'd tell you just how thoughtful,
Your baby really is.
I'd tell you just how proud I am,
To tell the world I'm his.

I'd thank you from the bottom of mine,
For his wholesome heart.
For I know that that's a piece of you,
And it has been from the start.

I'd tell you how hard he works,
But not so much for himself.
I'd tell you how he gives his all,
And gives to everyone else.

I'd tell you from a mother's eyes,
Because it's what we all long to see,
Is our baby boys grow up,
And this is what they'll be.

And these are just a few, my dear,
Of the things I wish to say.
I know I'll get the chance to tell you,
On God's golden streets some day.

Robin Dunlop Aug 2020

Things I Wish to Say

If I could count the words unsaid,
Of which I wished to tell you,
I'd have at least a thousand,
But here are just a few.

First of all, I'd say thank you,
Time and time again,
For the footprints you've created,
And giving me my best friend.

I'd share with you the memories,
I've been so blessed to hear.
And I'd tell you just how much you're loved.
If only you were near.

I'd tell how I can only hope,
To raise my boys like you,
For they have grown to be great men,
Just like their father, too.

I wish I could simply tell you,
These things I cannot I say.
So I'll have to send these words to heaven,
To wish you Happy Birthday.