Romance – Page 31 – Word Smith Wisdom

Building Trust

Building Trust

When I said I was going to town.

I wasn’t going to fool around.

Where do you come up with these thoughts?

I have never done it so have never been caught.

You are suspicious whenever I am out of sight.

Tell me why? What gives you the right?

Have you been cheated on in the past?

Did some guy make you feel you were last?

Well, it ain’t me babe.

No, no, no it ain’t me babe.

To quote a song way back in my past.

I would NEVER dump you on your ass.

I think we need to put truth first.

Build on it to something that’s not a curse.

Build to trust and faithfulness.

Not a smile and unfaithful kiss.

Commitment to one another.

We will love and be faithful to each other.

It’s easy to say, but harder to do.

Especially if one is suspicious like you.

Start with love for each other.

Like a marriage vow is to one another.

Commit to this till the day we die.

Come on now. Look me in the eye.

Say you will and I will to.

I will always be true to you.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Dangerous Games

Dangerous Games.

You and me

and HIV.

Ohh, what fun

It started to be.

Now I’m scared.

What will we do?

I may die

because of you.

All was fine

till you fooled around.

See what you got

for being a clown.

We both are doomed.

We’re going to die.

Because you had to

give him a try.

He gave you

a nasty dose

of HIV.

Now, can you boast?

You’ll pay the price,

and so will I.

For your little fling

with that “other” guy.———–R. W. Johnson——(1994)

Forgetting Not To Remember

Forgetting Not To Remember

I keep forgetting not to remember

you are someone that I used to know.

I’ve done a lot since last September.

I can’t remember everywhere I go.

I’ve traveled around everywhere.

I saw the stars down in Kokomo.

I spent some time at the World’s Fair.

I even skied the Alps, —you know.

Around the world in 80 days.

Through storms and good weather.

I could hardly see for the haze.

Then, from tall mountains, see forever.

Still, I keep forgetting not to remember

you are someone that I used to know.

I had a ball on San Francisco Bay.

the Alaskan cruise was super fun.

At times it stayed light almost all day.

It was fun watching the whales run.

I enjoyed Paris, with its nighttime life.

The food was rich and delicious.

I saw the Eiffel Tower lit up at night.

The beauty answered all one’s wishes.

An African safari was really right.

The monkeys were funny throwing kisses.

But, I keep forgetting not to remember

you are someone that I used to know.

Though I have kept busy while gone.

I can’t put it out of my mind.

I remember just where we went wrong.

I have always thought that you were fine.

So much more were we than friends.

I can’t get you out of my mind.

I guess which is right depends.

Are you looking from your eyes or mine?

From my eyes we would never be apart.

From your eyes we were friends, —no more.

To accept that really ripped up my heart.

I can’t forget your goodbye kiss at the door.

So, I keep forgetting not to remember

you are someone that I used to know.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Down In The Dumps

Down In The Dumps

I’ve been feeling mighty low.

I don’t have anywhere to go.

I don’t have the energy to move.

I barely have enough to fix a little food.

I just lie here on the couch.

Wondering what life’s all about.

I flip through the TV channels.

Might as well look at hard wood panels.

It is all the same to me. All as boring as it can be.

No one takes the time to stop by.

They won’t even give the phone a try.

So life drags on for another day.

I just lie here and waste away.

Did God deal me an honest hand?

Did He make me all that I am?

At least I have two arms and legs.

I can’t really be one who begs.

My eyes and ears are good too.

I’m smart enough to not be a fool.

Then why am I here wasting away?

There has got to be a better way.

Let’s look at the want ads for jobs.

Looking for work is not too odd.

There’s lots of jobs I can do.

I must clean up and interview.

A month later I was looking good.

I had a job. the money was good.

Several girls were looking my way.

What else more is there to say?

I let myself sink into a hole of self pity.

The end result was not very pretty.

I’d like to say I pulled myself out.

But, prayer did the trick to get me out.

I found out later the prayers weren’t all mine.

Now, that person is with me all the time.

If not in person, then in my thoughts.

If I lose her I will really be distraught.

Happy days are here again.

With me & God & my new friend.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Sometimes O.K. Hurts

Sometimes O.K. Hurts

Love can hurt, —–they say.

It can also hurt to say, o.k.

Things started out like a wild wind.

Left me hoping it would never end.

I felt I was in the eye of a hurricane.

Things would never be the same.

A wild ride through ‘Lover’s Lane.’

Love was falling, just like rain.

There were puffs of rainbow mist.

Electric shocks from just a kiss.

Star dust, fairy dust, mistletoe & hugs.

Romping through the ‘dreamland’ suds.

You and me, sailing off to eternity.

Returning each morning for our tea.

Excitement around every curve.

Making new memories, as it occurred.

It was new and different every day.

So many games. So much to play.

It was like a dreamland walk.

Until it came to the place to talk.

It ended when you went your way.

All I could do was say—– o.k.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Headline News

Headline News

Hello honey it’s me.

What did you think

when you heard I was back in town?

Did you come to see,

or ask your shrink

If it was me or some other clown?

Did the kids know?

Did they think

it was their long lost daddyo?

I’ve been traveling all around.

If it happened, I was there.

Quick with the news & sound.

Investigative reporter renowned.

It sometimes is a bear.

Lately, this is what I’ve found.

I miss your not being there.

I think of the kids.

I miss you all,— I swear.

I’ve been offered a job on TV.

On local WKIZ

Reporting the news, you see.

I’ve been thinking about it more.

If I take the job.

Will you take me back once more?

———-O.K. honey,—– I see.

Sure old gal, I understand

I guess he’s better than me.

You don’t have to worry,

I’m such a happy man.

WKIZ,—–WKIZ, News.

Today in town, while in the park.

Another man

suffered a broken heart.————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

A Chance Meeting

A Chance Meeting

It was raining the day I got to town.

Water falling from me all around.

It seemed no part of me was dry.

Water was dripping in my eyes.

I stepped into a mall to get dry.

I wiped the water from my eyes.

Before me stood a woman in red.

Her beauty lost inside my head.

She said I looked like a drowned rat.

I said I was sorry about that.

“I walked into town in the rain.”

“That must have been a pain.”

“It was,” I said, water dripping down.

There was silence. Not a sound.

She said “You could use a warm drink.”

“I sure could.” I said with a wink.

“Come on, I’ll buy you some coffee.”

“You bet.” I said, “Black, not frothy.”

She laughed and led the way.

As we drank she happened to say

“What brings you to this town?”

“Passing through on my way around.”

“Around to where?” she said.

“To whatever comes into my head.”

“You’re a drifter then?”

“It depends on where I’ve been”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re not happy anywhere you’re at?”

“Anywhere’s a better place to be.”

“That’s a limited view, I can see.”

“Could you expand on that some more?”

She said “Have you never made a score?”

“You know.—- Someone to care for.”

“I’ve had my share of small town glories.”

“Nothing for which I would tell stories.”

“Do you think you will meet that ‘someone?’”

“Possibly, I won’t know till that day comes.”

We talked on one thing, then another.

Soon, we were happy we found each other.

It’s been years now since that day.

That ‘special’ someone came my way.

This town is now my home.

That lady in red is now known

as my one and only love.

That ‘special’ lady, from God above,

is the spice of my life, my loving wife.

Funny how things happen in life.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Flash Back

Flash Back.

I saw her coming in the door.

I didn’t want to be there anymore.

Someone said. “It’s a party. Just relax.”

But, the memories kept coming back.

Back to a time of wine and roses.

She made my song. I didn’t compose it.

She made my day. She made my life.

If things were different, she’d be my wife.

Flash back. Flash back. It keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

The time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our very first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back. Flash back. We can’t go back.

After awhile, I began to relax.

Then I saw her making tracks.

She was headed right toward me.

No place to hide that I could see.

She grabbed my arm with a smile.

“Don’t go. Stay around for awhile.”

“I came tonight cause I heard you’d be here.”

“I have something I want to make clear.”

Flash back. Flash back. It keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

The time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back. Flash back. We can’t go back.

“I was young when we were a number.”

“I made a mistake & pulled us asunder.”

“I was afraid to make the commitment.”

“I guess I didn’t have the equipment.”

“It was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“I have suffered since & want to make it right.”

“Maybe we could still make a score.”

“If you would only take me back once more.”

Flash back Flash back. it keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

the time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back Flash back. We ‘can’ go back.

———–We went back!!———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

A Real Dilemma

A Real Dilemma

We met again just outside of town.

At a small café that we had found.

We tried again to work it out.

We both knew what it was about.

I know it looks like we don’t belong.

Yet we still go on and on.

There are differences to work out.

That seems to be what it’s all about.

Round and around and around we go.

We seem to be actors in a show.

We know where this plot is headed.

Even though we haven’t read it.

Try as we might, this circle won’t break.

We just don’t have what it takes.

You always say for me not to go.

Alone at night, I feel really low.

I need you there to keep me warm.

Yet, I don’t want to face the storm.

I always thought that it was me.

Who needed saving for eternity.

But, it seems that we both are lost.

Will we go on at any cost?

Round and around and around we go.

We seem to be actors in a show.

We know where this plot is headed.

Even though we haven’t read it.

Try as we might, this circle won’t break.

We just don’t have what it takes.

You’re a part of me I can’t give up.

I must keep drinking from the cup.

The taste is sweet, but later it’s bitter.

Yet,—- I feel there is a fit here.

You feel the same about it too.

Yet, we don’t know what to do?

Neither will stop doing what we do.

There will never be another you.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Love

Love

When love comes into one’s life

there is little anger or strife.

Love is a precious thing

to be treated as a fragile thing.

There is many types of love.

Most precious is from God above.

There is love for fellow man.

You try to help them all you can.

There is love for a certain one.

A soulmate, they may become.

There is love for an animal, a pet.

They may love you even more yet.

If you’re on top of the world

looking down on creation

and the only explanation

you have is the love you’ve found

ever since I’ve been around.

Then you know a love with no bounds.

Love may come and love may go

but, love will always let you know

you’ve been blessed by being in love.

Treat it as a gift from above.

If love is returned it’s heaven on earth.

You will find it’s what it’s worth.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)