Love be sweet, love be damned

Just words

Love be sweet, love be damned.

A letter received in 1978.

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                       Dear John

Never before I felt a feeling

of being secure that much as I feel

now when I'm together with you.

You taught me how to love. getting 

close without fear. After Monday

night I was your lady without being

afraid to give you this present.

If you ever feel weary and upset,

alone or angry. Write into this book

or tell me. I want to be part of you,

your home, - not only in Germany.

            I love you

                              Daniela

12-10-1978

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          Once was you and me. We were lions. We had locked doors and burning days and nights of love. You promised to save me and I believed every word.

Now another sweet and pretty lady want to save me. I looked in her eyes of ocean blue and I told her. Don't pray for me, baby. Please don't whisper kind words to me. I know love can be sweet and love can be damned. I handed the pretty lady a journal and I asked her to read the first page.

She read the words slow and easy. Her eyes turn sad and she told me. 40 year poetry become meaningless. Please dear dark Poet. Hold my hands, listen to my heart. Once we known sins and lies. No perfect life.  We are foolish, we have fascination of love and forever. We will do the liar prayer often. Lovely words don't mean kind heart.

I smiled and I laughed her words. I told her, your beautiful face and her eyes. Are a sinner hope and I'm a sinner. You make me want to dance the midnight dance and fall into the follies of the myth and tale of love. Dear pretty lady. I'm not concern with my heart. My destine heart is shadows and bleeding memories only. You are like art. So damn wonderful and precious. You need someone willing to live and die for you.

She stood her ground and she wrapped her arms around me. She whispered I will be damned and I will stay. You have befriended me and you stayed with me when I was dead and gone. I remember your words. Be brave and I'm here. I will listen to you. You are not alone. I love you so dark Poet and I will accept what is left. You and I. Leftover wine and we are still alive. You saved me and I will save you. No options tonight.

                          John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

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Another wonderfully romantic tale, Coyote.

The wisdom you impart in these gently written true life stories is the overwhelming strength of your work. Only one who has truly lived can write with such clarity on the curses and blessings of love and being loved. And as is abundantly clear from all your writes, you have lived and loved and been loved in generous proportions.

"Lovely words don't mean a kind heart.".... so very true. I enjoyed this piece very much, my friend. Wonderful work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Doodley. I appreciate the comment. You are very kind.

[Aesthetic Trash]

Was a pleasure reading this. It seems like you bring in a lot of women with such words. As your comment section seems to be filled with them.

[Aesthetic Trash]

(and a few older men)

[Coyote Poetry]

I love writing. I have been reading and writing for almost 50 years. I believe we need to read, to write. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[andrew mitchell]

Based on a letter that's true you based an interesting tale of love and wisdom and the heartaches from memories knowing of these times. A wonderful write here.

[Coyote Poetry]

A old letter in a journal 40 years old. Thank you Andrew for reading and the comment.

[sette]

another masterpiece of romantic writings my friend, i like the last phrase though, it is so meaningful particularly the "no options tonight:.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime. No option is necessary. Some people like to run from love. Thank you my friend for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Falcon1]

Dark poet of love your smooth words like silk Lace and Leather and the hearth furnace that melts steel Into so many shapes and sizes A stronger building could not be made by the strength of an I beam This story could be for the steel city of Pittsburgh and the steel valley where steel mills paved the way to fortunes made. But Some Women think they are hotter than Hot.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are wise my friend and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

"My destine heart is shadows and bleeding memories only." This line sticks with me the most, though there are gems throughout this romantic write!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Travis. I appreciate the comment.

[Suhd]

This poem is so romantic and impressive... I really enjoy going through your work man. Bravo

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Suhd. I appreciate the comment.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Beautiful sometimes you need not question only feel- the heart doesn’t ask questions- it knows🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Kelly. When love comes. Grasp her and never release.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌈

[Karmee]

Wow! Such an amazing story you tell here.
Hey how do you put the music inside your writes like that?

[Coyote Poetry]

I love music. I listen to the song and the poetry comes. I like all form of music. I have been listening to Jazz lately. Make you travel back in time. Some songs, like this song. Make you want to write and sing. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I was looking at the 40 year journals. First journal was the letter written above.
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Coyote

[Karmee]

how do you insert music on your page like that, I tried and all I got was just a link that showed.

[Coyote Poetry]

Just go to YouTube and touch the song. You copy the code and paste to poem. I apology. I read the above lines wrong. Almost like adding a picture. You copy and paste.