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Valentina

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Valentina, my beautiful blood- red rose mink

Once so bountiful in crimson now fade in pink

Tormenting heat robbed you of your passion

Once was red now dulled without compassion

The scorch of dry kisses singed your cheek

Thus in each advances you curl and turn meek

Valentina, share my heart to remove your terror

I too have felt the red of heat in my heart before

I too know the idea of love masked in lust and desire

I too have succumbed, fell in that desperate quagmire

Time and familiarity taught me to doubt in such

Yet not this one- he carries his dyes with his touch

To blush you red when sees you a blank canvass

Let him flush you full crimson in your waking days

Valentina, he will not burn us like the others’ ways

For there is the one hand to hold in the end

The one to shade us from the burning of the sun

The one who will quell us with a cool blow of mirth

Valentina, share my heart and release misgivings

Bloom red once more without lust but with honor

Impetuous scalding heat is temporal, Love is eternal

– m a r i f o s q u e

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Valentina is the rose breed name here in the country. It’s petals are always deep red and it blooms in clusters. This summer all the blooms are coming out pink.

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Perfect

It’s best to describe you darling, “Perfect”.

Negative words shall not cross this effect,

Present you without ego,without pride,

Any inhibitions and hindrances have died

You wrapped me complete in safety’s embrace,

Showed me that true Love is prayer’s grace,

You showed me a door before I dared not cross,

For previously shallow love gave me such loss

You made me stronger in my beliefs,

Gave courage and hope in your “what ifs”,

You need not convince me more,

You are the one lovebird pair I longed for

Answered prayer gave me you in perfect trust

We honor it and honor us; our Love will never rust,

You speak Love between our fears and goals,

Believe in me, believe in us and Life will have no lulls

– m a r i f o s q u e

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Breeze and Fire under the Moon

Lovely though lonely, the breeze gracefully dances,
Oblivious to evil, twirls around in foxy stances.
Versatile and warm, the fire yet suffocates alone,
Evanescent spark of happiness, soon cold as stone.
 
Bespoke reunion of two wills meant for each other,
Igneous tango, breeze has passion, fire the desire.
Resplendent beauty, pure in the Beltane’s twilight,
Devoted love in fiery frolics, a blissful delight.
Sublime in the moonlit night, two hearts, one hearth.
-David Wadoux
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Thank you for your contribution Mr. Wadoux :-*

Speak Softly

Let us rather speak softly,

Deep in few ideal words,

Than speak quite hastily ,

Plenty with petty vocabulary

The gift of tongues given,

Was with a single purpose,

Only to speak with love,

And harm none in process

You shall hear no hurt

Escape these simple lips,

Even strong storms dissipate

Quelled with tender terms,

Spoken well mean nothing yet

Everything to the hearer,

Love spoken unclad in gossamer,

Leaves truths selfless in desire

Commune gentle with another,

Like kissing a passionate lover,

Bloom words like a flower,

To gracefully open doors

Leading to an honest soul,

Then let words stay in peace,

Resting full in happy hearts,

Where love will grow eternal

– m a r i f o s q u e

Happy Valentines Day!

Kiss

 

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Garden

 

The days are kind; we opened to taste

Luxurious breath caressing our skin

Love has never been this sweeter

For departed with temporary sorrow

She introduced us to hold, and live for

The quiet understanding between us

Upon which door the future we may take

Learning, she is teaching us to move

Together or against, yet with each other

She is teaching us that love ends not

Like the isolated feel of wintry tundra

But stirs again like the gardens in spring

She is teaching us should we will it so

Flowers will bloom brighter in adversity

Then she encourages us to our hands

Our heart beats single in pleasing tunes

We dance to the swirl of calm romance

Leaving a wake of roses farmed in affection

We bloom rare like late flowers in autumn

And In her quiet heady-scented spring garden

Planted firmly she will watch us grow in Love

– m a r i f o s q u e

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Oishi Princess

Temptation.

Nothing is more so when you are on a weight reduction program and have all these tasty treats parade before you. It is mocking all given senses to test determination. I wonder how one can truly last?

As for me, I recently placed myself on a strict diet that is necessary for me. It will help my stamina during running. Therefore it is needed to set aside some foods obstructive to the diet and general health of your author.

And nothing is more callous to your cause than a person leaving a bag of chocolate goodness in front of you unattended.

So now I cry inside as I looked from where I am: I am only human! I am craving! I want some chocolates!!! I want it now!!!

Ah the dreadful challenge to will power. Sigh.

So we ask ourselves even in life, is it all right for us to lose to a single moment of happiness, knowing that the outcome of temporary bliss is regrettable in the long run?

And knowing this, are we still going to do it, or shall we leave it?

So for readers those in one way or another have been tormented with such an experience. Be in diet or life in general. Here is a poem for you:

Oishi Princess

With sad dark eyes and a needful touch,

Obtainable within reach but must resist,

Temptation has no boundaries to sin,

Oh Will, pass me as courageous warrior.

 

Delightful skin coated in dark chocolate,

And beckoning desire with such sweet scent,

Longing pools gaze over with mouth in need,

You open up and gentle hands come to reach,

 

Peccadillo bounties from a little parcel,

Soul satiated seeming undamaging presence,

Attempt to resist, yet desire in me protest,

Greed, need have you coated in chocolate.

– M A R I F O S Q U E

Dear Reader, your author is a determined person and the bag of chips was seen but untouched.

The Wait

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Where do you go my darling? I cannot follow

When shall you return? Time I cannot borrow

But I shall wait for you, my dear,

Soon I will hear the tinkle of that tiny chime,

That sweet music composing quiet laughter,

Soon I will feel your warmth and tenderness,

Providing this monotonous dullness with life,

And when you return, I will make you happy too,

Not with these common charms or words to woo,

For I only have these little hands to show,

But you will have love, passion, and faith from me

Heaven is our home when we are together,

It is in that togetherness we are in ecstasy,

As you wrap me in your porcelain arms,

As you lean to give me the kindest kiss,

As you whisper truths of your affection to me,

And the world is more than perfect once again,

These dark eyes will show contentment,

And with you beside me, I shall never want,

So come home soon, dearest. I wait.

-M A R I F O S Q U E

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Poems Mustn’t Cry For Songs Of Sorrow

We begun madness sung in hot hearts,

Lovers come with lips tempestuous,

Coldness and warmth both singe,

Bed lined aflame with burning passion

Love made lovers create such magic,

Hearts provide the joyful house,

Songs and words come each day,

Within hearts and eyes that smile

But winds come bitter with time,

And apart the lovers seek new roads,

Unconditional poems of love given,

Were selfishly obtained and marred

January greedily stole lover’s soul,

Sweet songs turned bitter in taste,

Poems must not cry for songs of sorrow,

For endings come with a better tomorrow

– M A R I F O S Q U E

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For you, since you just broke my heart today!

Happy Friday!

The week toiled has now finished,

You wonder how my smiles diminished,

Weary, my soul needs mending,

And know that your arms do tending,

 

I trudge not with heavy footfalls,

For Friday nights, magic befalls,

Do come home with a lighter step,

The portal is near, breathe deep,

 

Enter. To you I am well expected,

Today has not been complicated,

In this evening you shall set me lose,

With your eyes, life earlier was ruse,

 

It was never true, never real; hazy as mist,

But here in our happy home, I exist

And so we play our little game

You know me and I, your name

 

We grow different in each’s presence,

So well you cater my arduous silence,

I will return the odds with your favorite

As your deed unfold under lace corset

 

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– M A R I F O S Q U E

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