My great love- part two

Just words

                         My great love 

I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who can awake us from the slumber of a dead sleep. 

I do remember a Spring flower in 1978, in the month of late May. Long blond hair, dancing blue eyes and a face of a angel. I fell into treason in all things I loved to be near her. She was my illusion of perfection.

She found me alone by the small lake, we talked, held hands and I fell into the majesty of her. We were shrouded with youth and we were crazy fearless. Wanting everything and more.

I loved her eyes when she spoke. I could see the ancient cities, the sea and open sky in her eyes. I remember she took me to her home, we laid in a bed of German quilts and she sang songs of Leonard Cohen and Elvis.

The charity of love comes when she want. 

She was childlike, innocence and wild in heart. She was filled with great dreams and she loved to dance. We locked the doors, disrobed and she danced her nakedness to the words of Leonard Cohen songs. I remember she fell to her knees, lay her head into my lap and she whispered. You don't have to love me, please make me feel cherished and wonderful.

I already loved her misty eyes, I love to hear her softest words, she  made me believe. The sweetness of love was near. I told her. She was wonder and a miracle. 

We learned by the candlelight of the Summer nights. Love delight, the hunger of the aching lust and like a whirlwind. We gave everything we had to each other. I remember her pale skin, her tender kisses and her body of perfect canvas. I wrote poetry upon her wanting skin and I read her poetry of love into the midnight hours. We had a year of splendor.

I was nineteen and she was seventeen. We didn't know. Life was stormy seas, somber songs and young love wasn't enough to keep love alive. We whispered words of love, made promises of forever. We learned the locked doors and the sweetness of the kiss. Wasn't enough.

The young writer asked, was she your great love? I smiled and I told him. I don't know. I have loved many and I believe we truly give everything we have, only once in a lifetime. My German girl was a gift and a blessing. She taught me, I wasn't alone. She taught me, to love the song of Leonard Cohen, to love the ancient cities and to dance with the sea. Maybe, she was my great love. My teacher.

                                 Dancing Coyote

                              

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Rye]

This is just so beautiful, I really enjoyed this

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment and the kind words.

[Robert Trakofler]

this was a wonderful share Coyote the images of your adore were a treat to read good sir and if she wasn't be darn hard to find another to match those lines tender

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Robert and thank you for reading and the comment.

[augustus]

Beautifully written and enjoyable to read, Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the kind words.

[Fairy Khan]

This is so beautiful. I love it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[poetgurl]

This is so wonderful, I really enjoyed this write. I didn't read the first one but I enjoyed this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kimmie. I appreciate the comment.