Romance – Page 7 – Word Smith Wisdom

Getting Together

Getting Together

If, and when, you come around.

Use the key hidden on the ground.

It’s in the back, behind the trash.

In a cracked planter, is my stash.

Let yourself in, I’ll be there soon.

I’m fishing down at Blue Lagoon.

If you come, I know you want help.

You’ve been dumped by another whelp.

I am always waiting for you.

I am pretty sure you know that too.

Sure, I date, and run around.

Just like you, or so I’ve found.

Yet, I am always available.

When it comes to you, I can’t say no.

We both thought we needed time.

Time to ‘sow your oats,’ and mine.

But, the pattern never changes.

You can never remain his.

Whoever it is you are dating.

He is not someone for mating.

You come running back to me.

To be comforted and not lonely.

I often feel the same way too.

When my affairs seem to fall through.

Its been long enough to see the light.

We belong with one another, all right.

Time to consider our relationship.

It needs to become a major trip.

Let’s start being true to one another.

Let’s both admit there is no other.

We have missed out on so much.

Because we didn’t want to rush.

We know we truly love one another.

Time to stop treating me like a brother.

———————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Sea And Me

The Sea And Me

Walking along by the sea.

This is a dream world to me.

I hear the waves breaking.

All the while, my heart is aching.

I used to walk with another.

Now my life is in the gutter.

She is no longer at my side.

She used to love to watch the tide.

This all brings back memories.

Even the crisp and salty breeze.

Many wonderful days spent here.

Now, it’s blurry through my tears.

I pick up a shell to hear the sea.

It’s her voice, or seems to be.

She is saying she met another.

This is what tore us asunder.

I watch a ship, way out at sea.

It seems to be calling out to me.

Get on board and sail away.

Forget about this terrible day.

But, I know that will not happen.

I head back to my little cabin.

The sea shore isn’t what it used to be.

When it was only you and me.

Given time, I may find another.

In the meantime, I just shudder.

Why is this all happening to me?

Is there somewhere else I’d rather be?

No, the green eyed lady is my friend.

I will keep coming here again.

To get condolence? I don’t know.

It just eases my very sole.

It washes away all that is bitter.

But, it will take time to quit her.

Never feel bad about it all.

Pride always goeth before a fall.

——————-R W. Johnson—–(2017)

Long Winter Nights

Long Winter Nights

The nights are long.

The days are short.

Since you are gone,

There’s little to report.

This winter is cold as hell.

Every day cuts like a knife.

Look how much snow fell.

Facing it without a wife.

Life alone, and snowed in.

Time passes slow as molasses.

I play solitaire, sometimes gin.

Use the computer, till it crashes.

I could do more with you.

We kept busy all the time.

Plenty of things for us to do.

Now, I have nothing, but time.

Time to think, and to cry.

Time to sort out the blame.

Can’t get past the you in I.

One or the other is the same.

I hear a snow mobile near.

I go outside to see what’s up.

It is you, my darling dear.

My face became all lit up.

You flew into my arms.

Kisses covering me all over.

I am captured by your charms.

The snow becomes crimson and clover.

About what happened is not spoken.

We are now as one forever.

The fire is hot, no longer smoking.

Wrapped in a blanket, we cuddle together.

Before we know it, spring is here.

Snow is gone. Flowers are in bloom.

We are both extremely happy, it is clear.

Soon, another will join us in this room.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Final Decision

The Final Decision

If I go into the silence with you,

what will happen to all we knew?

You were my favorite song.

Not to hear it would be all wrong.

Is there anything there to see?

Is it the right place for you and me?

If we go, there’s no coming back.

I am not sure that’s where it is at?

True, others have done the same.

No one knows of what became?

I have considered long and hard.

We could be playing the wrong card.

Have you considered other options?

None that you say would top them?

Things are not the best they could be.

I guess it is a way to be free.

From frying pan into the fire.

Talk about coming down to the wire.

It does take a lot of faith.

Possibly faith misplaced.

A one way trip with no way back.

I am not sure I am ready for that.

You say you can’t go without me.

Time to find other ways to be free.

—————–R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

Coming Home

Coming Home

I have been on the road.

Looking for some answers.

Mostly in automatic mode.

The doubts are like a cancer.

You say you want me.

But, you never came to get me.

So, I began to doubt you.

There is something about you.

That makes me want to say.

Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

I think time will change it all.

So, new places for me to see.

It beats waiting for your call.

Wondering if you’ll set me free.

I never see or hear from you.

I have set my hopes too high.

Maybe I should see this through.

Come home, even if it’s to cry.

You say you want me.

But, you never came to get me.

So, I began to doubt you.

There is something about you.

That makes me want to say.

Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

I have caught the last flight home.

I hope this is the right thing to do.

Hopefully, I will never have to roam.

If you tell me what I want you to.

—————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Missing Him

Missing Him

Sitting here in a blue mood.

Just staring at the moon.

Thinking about you.

Where ever you went to.

You’re on a secret mission.

One Navy Seal is missing.

Missing from by my side.

I miss you so, I cried.

I know it is your job.

I pray for protection from God.

Please let him come home safe.

Let that be his only fate.

He does it for his country.

Let the children run free.

Let us maintain our freedom.

He fights so we can see them.

Yet,—– I miss him so.

Let someone else do the show.

He has paid his dues.

I hope it’s me he’ll choose.

His hitch will be up soon.

Let him make my heart swoon.

Let him tell me he’s home to stay.

All my prayers will be answered that day.

————————R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

It Was A Lie

It Was A Lie

I didn’t want you to go away.

Your place is here by my side.

Tell me why you wouldn’t stay?

I wasn’t taking you for a ride.

Someone has been telling you lies.

Someone who was jealous of us.

I couldn’t lie to you, even if I tried

There is just no need for all the fuss.

You’re the one I’ve always dreamed of.

I felt you were sent from God above.

I cherish you more than life itself.

This is the worst I have ever felt.

You’re hurting from a lie that’s not true.

Please,—– put it all behind you

I was meant for you and you for me.

The happiness is us together, you see.

The best times were the two of us.

I never wanted anyone but you.

Have total faith and all your trust

that I am true. On this point you must.

Come back. We must make up the time.

I’m so into you. There is no other.

I want to know you are once again mine.

Please believe me. I don’t want another.

You’re the one I‘ve always dreamed of.

I felt you were sent from God above.

I cherish you more than life itself.

This is the worst I have ever felt.

You’re hurting from a lie that’s not true.

Please,—–put it all behind you.

I was meant for you and you for me.

The happiness is us together, you see.

———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Postage Due

Postage Due

I have traveled far for you.

My intentions have been true.

I sent a letter through the mail.

Stating it all in detail.

What do you mean by that?

You didn’t get the letter. It’s a fact.

It came with postage due.

You thought I thought more of you.

You were mad and rejected it.

They said you threw a little fit.

I used enough postage for sure.

It must have fallen off, as it were.

You don’t believe a word I say.

Save it for another day.

For another who will believe.

As for you, I can’t deceive.

You are sadly mistaken dear.

I’m not deceiving you. Never fear.

Retrieve it from the dead letter box.

Read it and learn that I’m not.

My letter is dead to you?

Just because of a little postage due?

Good thing I learned of this now.

Before I made a permanent vow.

Lacking postage has saved me.

I wonder how this could be?

Miracles seem to never cease.

Despite the loss, I can be in peace.

—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Expanding Our Love

Expanding Our Love

It is necessary to know the truth.

Since we are sitting in this booth,

tell me what you really feel.

I don’t want my mind to start to reel.

What was it that led you here?

Was it when I called you dear?

Am I all you were looking for?

Do I live up? Can I do more?

It is hard to answer such questions.

Let me back off before rejection.

I can say why I love you.

Or, I can say what you want me to.

Open honesty is the best policy.

It can set both of us free.

To understand each other from inside out.

That is what it is all about.

To know you from the beginning to the end.

Let you know you are my lover and my friend.

Communication is the key here.

Total understanding, never fear.

It will open doors we never knew were there.

Trust will bloom without a care.

The end result will be greater love, you see.

This is the way it was meant to be.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Moderately Confused

Moderately Confused

I want it all, with nothing lacking.

I want it today. Just like fracking

Bring it on. Give me more.

Before I head on out the door.

Love is a four letter word.

You’ll give it all, I’ve heard.

Give me exactly what I need.

No, don’t give me a joint of weed.

I want the real thing.

No, not Coke. I want a fling.

Quit trying to dodge the request.

Let’s put this whole thing to rest.

Do you love me or do you not?

I have pinned you on the spot.

Give the answer and tell the truth.

This is not an election booth.

I have chased you long and hard.

I ran half way across the yard.

It’s time to make some front page news.

It is not time to pick and choose.

Do not say I am too demanding.

What we need is some understanding.

Two people meet. They fall in love.

They are like two turtle doves.

They love each other in every way.

It is not a dirty thing to say.

I’m not weird, I am horny

I know you simply adore me.

Why hold back. The time is now.

Don’t look at me with that scowl.

Lovers are as lovers do.

What do you mean I’m such a fool?

I don’t only talk about sex.

Like it is some kind of hex.

I just want to show you that I care.

Put a flower in your hair.

You’re not falling for any of this.

Can’t I even have a kiss?

What the hell? As she slammed the door.

All I wanted was a little more.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)