Romance – Page 32 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Beginning

The Beginning

We went for a drink at the local watering hole.

My thirst was burning a hole down to my sole.

My buddies and I were having a real good time.

Then she walked in & I went out of my mind.

I couldn’t walk.

I couldn’t talk.

All I could do is gawk.

A fire started burning deep inside.

It was from the drink, —–I lied.

I knew it was from the looks of her.

A living, walking dream for sure.

No one else paid her any mind.

To me she was the greatest find.

Pull it together boy.

Stop gawking with joy.

Get over there and do your thing.

Before some other guy takes a fling.

I walked up and started jabbering away.

She said “Come again, what did you say?”

My face turned real red.

“Sorry, I must be out of my head.”

“What seems to be the problem?”, she said.

“Well, it’s just that you’re so dog gone pretty.”

“You’re like a beautiful, long haired, kitty.”

“Why, no one has ever said that to me before.”

“I can’t see why? You, I could always adore.”

“You’re a regular Romeo aren’t you.”

“What’s your name? Don’t say Don Juan will do.”

I told her my name & she told me hers.

I felt like she deserved diamonds and furs.

We continued to talk for some time.

Before we knew it, it was closing time.

I told her I had come in with friends.

“How I’ll get home now just depends.”

“Seems they have left some time ago.”

“I’ll take you wherever you need to go.”

I said “I’d like to see you again, if I could.”

Looks like I’m into something good.

Because she said she would like that.

So that is where it is all at.

But, I’m playing my cards with extra care.

Cause I think this is going somewhere.——R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Wanting More

Wanting More

Here we are, just the two of us.

Were having fun together.

You never have been in a rush.

No matter what the weather.

You say you love me , but do you show it?

I want affection that goes much deeper.

I feel more like company; it’s all I get.

I want to feel that you are a keeper.

I have this hole that needs to be filled.

It’s an emotional need of mine.

Until the day my emotions are killed,

I will always have this need of mine.

I’m afraid to let you go.

Because I need you to fill this hole.

If you can’t, I really don’t know

if I can go on with this show.

We agree on most things of life.

A better friend I couldn’t find.

You stand by in times of strife.

You’re sweet, gentle, and kind.

There is more that I need from this.

It is hard to put into words.

I want to live a life of bliss.

Have you heard a word?

I need a love that captures me

and takes me to heaven on earth.

A love that stimulates me.

A love that is more than I am worth.

I don’t want companionship only.

I need more from you than that.

I want real love, not a phony.

Loving me for me is where it’s at.

I’m afraid to let you go.

Because I need to fill this hole.

If you can’t, I really don’t know

if I can go on with this show.

I want a love that will last through time.

A love written down in history.

Let generations know you were mine.

A blazing romance of mystery.

Others will be perplexed as to why

our love is such a special thing?

How it could have me flying so high,

yet, seem as common as anything?

Are my ideals set way too high?

Do I need to bring it down a notch?

Love me & we’ll write it in the sky.

Make it last forever. Start the watch.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Communication Lacking

Communication Lacking

I came because you said you had something to say.

it’s been awhile, I’m sorry I have been away.

My job takes me out of town much of the time.

It’s not real fair to you, but you are still mine.

Then you tell me you need some time apart.

We’ve been apart. What is troubling your heart?

You can’t seem to be able to put it into words.

You need to try. Reading minds is for the birds.

I think without you I just can’t make it.

I am afraid that I can’t even fake it.

You say you are not trying to hurt me.

What is going on. Can you hear my plea?

It is nothing that you did or didn’t do.

Then was it something you did do?

No, it’s not that. It’s hard to explain.

This is like 20 questions guessing game.

Please, no tears, just tell it like it is.

I am trying. This is something that is.

That is what? Remember, I can’t guess.

I am sorry about it all. It’s such a mess.

What is a mess? I need to know.

Our situation is a mess I’m feeling low.

I am still no closer to understanding it all.

Just listen. I will explain before I bawl.

I am waiting. Just say it like it is.

Don’t rush me. First of all. There is no ‘his’.

What does that mean? I don’t get it.

There is no one else. Just forget it.

I didn’t say there was. Get to the point.

What point? I don’t have a point.

Then why the need for time apart?

It is hard to put into words . I’m not smart.

Sure you are. Who said you weren’t smart?

No, I’m not smart enough to say the right words.

Well, right now, there’s nothing being heard.

Do you see what I am trying to say?

It’s about as clear as night and day.

So far you haven’t said anything.

This would be easier if I had had a fling.

What? Did you have a fling?

No!! Can’t you understand anything.

With that she left the room.

I felt dumber than a broom.

Is there something I am missing here?

I threw my hands in the air in fear.

Looks like this ‘love boat’ has run a ground.

I’m standing here with no one around.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Agape Love

Agape Love

Rumor has it that your cheating on me.

Tell me how this can possibly be?

I’ve done more for you than can be conceived.

Now someone else is filling that need?

You were down and out when I came along.

I gave you hope to carry on.

I gave you strength to overcome.

I gave you more love than anyone.

I have actually always been there for you.

I helped when you needed me to.

You had to hit bottom before you called on me.

I was always pleading that you would see

I was there to help you all the time.

I would give you peace of mind.

I always helped you through the worst.

If you love only me I’ll remove the curse.

I’ll bestow blessings upon you untold.

Your every wish may now unfold.

Can another do such a thing?

Only briefly, for a little fling?

I plead you’ll give up his evil ways.

Repent and come back home to stay.

—————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

What About Me ?

What About Me?

I saw you from across the room.

Walking in a cloud of gloom.

Your smile usually lit up a room.

It’s gone now. Much too soon.

I’ve been your friend for a long time.

I knew that guy wasn’t your kind.

You thought he was the special one.

Then he dumped you just for fun.

Now you are down in the dumps.

You wonder how he could be such a chump.

As your friend I know you did the same.

For years you acted just as insane.

Dumping one man after another.

I know. I am not your mother.

I know you were searching for ‘Mr. Right’.

You thought this last guy was out of sight.

You thought you finally found him.

Now, you are looking pretty grim.

Many men in your past felt the same.

They were serious,—– to you, a game.

They were dumped without a thought.

Now you see just what you wrought.

What comes around goes around.

Karma has knocked you to the ground.

Maybe you have looked to far and wide.

When he was here right by your side.

I am your friend, as you can see.

Yet I ask the question. What about me?—–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

A Safe Haven

A Safe Haven

Here I am safe and sound.

Wrapped tightly in your arms.

It is quiet all around.

Nothing better can be found.

Feeling your fingers feather soft upon me.

I’m as happy as a clown.

Snuggling close and hearing your heart beat.

Feeling the warmth of your love.

Squeezing you when you say things sweet.

Just laying back and loving you

is the sweetest thing I know.

Knowing that your love is true.

Simple things that make a heart fly.

Little things that you do.

All these things can make me high.

I say over and over that I love you.

You say that you love me more.

There is little more that I can do.

The greatest thing I know of

is spending time with you.

Just soaking up all your love.

Will this last? I couldn’t say.

I am lost as soon as you’re around.

Let it continue day after day.——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

She Didn’t Know My Age

She Didn’t Know My Age

I saw you watching me from across the room.

I don’t know you but, I feel that will change soon.

You look so young. But, then, I can’t judge age.

I just hope we will be on the same page.

Then I think. You don’t know how old I am.

Should I lie about my age or be a man.

Wait!!—–Your starting to walk my way.

Is there something that I should say?

I run through a number of opening lines.

None seem appropriate for this place & time.

Before I can speak you say: “Hi, I’m Sue.”

I’m glad I didn’t speak first & sound like a fool.

I said “Hi Sue”, and I told her my name.

She said “You look like a guy named Wayne.”

“Don’t know him.”, I said with a smile.

“No problem.” She said. “It’s been awhile.”

I said “New place and new times.”

She said “You bet. And it feels fine.”

We started talking over a drink or two.

She liked a lot of things that I did too.

I asked what she was doing here?

She said “Sitting with you having a beer.”

I asked her if she lived here in town.

“You know I do.” She said with a frown.

Concerned, I said “Before this goes too far,

I want to know how young you are?”

“I am young enough to be your daughter.”

“Do you think I look like your father?”

“No. Does the age difference bother you?”

“Only if I look or feel like a fool.”

To this she gave the nicest laugh.

“Don’t worry. I’ll try not to call you pap.”

I laughed too and the night went on.

After awhile we noticed most others were gone.

I asked her if she had a car.

“I didn’t walk here. It’s too far.”

I said I was close. Did she want to follow me home?

“I can do that. It’s better than being alone.”

Later on at my small but, comfortable apartment.

We sat and talked more as my heart went

into double time as she drew close to me.

I said “Just a minute. I have to pee.”

In the bathroom I thought .She doesn’t know my age.

It sounds like we are on the same page.

But, she just doesn’t know my real age.

I returned and said “I have something to say.”

I told her my real age. Thought she would say “No way.”

Instead, she just melted in my arms.

As secure as a calf on the farm.

I haven’t felt this way in years and years.

It was enough to bring me to tears.

I never thought of her as a daughter.

She never said I was her father.

But, we slept all night in each others arms.

Both afraid to move. We both felt safe from harm.

“This will last as long as I am alive.”

She says “Don’t mention it. We have arrived.”

I agreed as I drank tea with honey from sage.

I thought to myself. She didn’t even know my age.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

A Knight’s Tale

A Knight’s Tale

A long, long time ago.

Or, so I’ve been told.

In days of old.

When knights were bold.

There lived a serf named ‘Pantsedalot.’

I’ll tell you how that name he got.

It was because he was pantsed a lot.

Sometimes he would pants himself.

As he ran around trying to help.

Down his pants would fall.

Then he would begin to bawl.

One day at a jousting match.

The serf was serving the days catch.

Fresh fish cooked just right.

Served to nobles as they watched the fight.

Someone ‘pantsed’ him as he went by.

As he fell the fish did fly.

Right into the kings lap.

There it landed with a smack.

The king was madder than hell.

He looked over from where it fell.

There was the serf tangled in his pants.

The king flew into one of his rants.

“Grab that serf and bring him here!!”

The serf turned white & trembled with fear.

“For doing such a graceful thing

I will make you a knight” said the king.

He raised his sword and touched the surf’s shoulders.

He said “I name thee ‘Sir Pantsedalot’, The Bolder.”

Everyone roared with laughter and mirth.

The poor serf felt lower than dirt.

Now that he was a knight he was expected to fight.

He didn’t even know how to fly a kite.

He felt for sure his days were numbered.

About the results of this everyone wondered.

The serf was given armor , a shield, and a sword.

The king said ‘Great will be your reward.”

“Should you defeat ‘the Black knight’ today.

To you, I will give my daughter away.”

The serf secretly had a crush on her for years.

Everyone watching was giving him cheers.

Everyone watched as the battle started.

The Black Knight was acting half hearted.

They circled each other for awhile.

The serf made a couple of swings with no style.

The Black Knight just laughed at him.

He said “It is time for this charade to end.”

He took a mighty swing at the ‘new’ knight.

The serf jumped back with all his might.

The Black knight charged forward fast.

Then he tripped on the serf’s fallen armored ass.

the serf’s armor pants had slipped to the ground.

This saving his life as he looked around.

He jumped up and put his sword on the neck

of The Black Knight, who froze, his crotch wet.

“Surrender or die” yelled the serf.

The Black knight surrendered all to the serf.

The king was shocked and his daughter was happy.

The marriage took place and the people were happy.

So goes the story of ‘Sir Pantsedalot.’

The bravest knight who ever fought.

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

Charlie’s Chick

Charlie’s Chick

He hit me with his best punch.

Causing me to toss up my lunch.

Just because I whistled at his girl.

The way she smiled gave me a thrill.

I guess it all was worth the pain.

Even though that may sound lame.

I think I have a chance with his girl.

Why? Because she gives me a thrill.

But, it’s going to take some time.

A whole lot of precious time.

it’s going to take patience child.

I can’t go about this like I was wild.

To do it, to do it, to do it right.

I don’t want to have another fight.

A hello here. A note passed there.

Winking at her almost anywhere.

Always being around to help out.

Especially if her boyfriend’s not about.

In the end she’ll be more than a friend.

I can’t say the same about him.

If you want it with all your hart

you have to never give up your part.

The part of someone who admires her.

Someone who more than desires her.

Cherish is a word I use to describe.

All the feelings I have for her inside.

Nothing is worse than the curse.

The curse of loving Charlie’s girl.

The girl who gives me a thrill.

Charlie’s chick. That’s got to be good!!——R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Lessons Of Life

Lessons Of Life

Have you thought of the first love of your life?

In the winter years of my life the memories are slight.

Very few of the memories still linger.

They are like sifting sand sliding through my fingers.

The memory of the love remains.

The emotions were strong. the pain tore me apart.

It cut like a knife and ripped apart my heart.

A quick fling in paradise that has now faded away.

Those strong emotions are all that stay.

Is it time that has faded the memory?

Maybe it is a mental defense against the enemy.

The enemy being past mental scarring.

So severe, if left raw, could be a barring.

Barring you from ever having a normal life.

Always being afraid of mental stress & strife.

Those raw, strong emotions of my teenage time

have now mellowed like a rich fine wine.

I have a relationship with my wife

that is much better due to that early strife.

Relationships have a deeper meaning now.

A more loving, caring meaning somehow.

Life is a learning lesson from the womb to the grave.

Your brain & heart knows what to forget & what to save.

If you’re willing to learn from the lessons of life.

You will have a much better relationship with your wife.

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