Are we beggars for love?

Love be damns, love be so sweet. October poetry number one.

                     Are we beggars for love?

We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love.

Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start with a pretty smile.

I nestle in my lady love arms, I feel the softness of her breasts against my face and I listen to the soft beat of her heart.

I told her. Wonderful is the love that grow among the Spring lilies.

You have bewitched my heart and I want more. Am I a beggar for your love?

She smiled and she told me. All of us are beggars for love. We need someone to make us feel good, we need someone to make us feel, we are their only one. Love is ambrosia and we need to taste her to make us feel alive and safe. We fell into a safe place and we need and want more. I want more too dear poet.

I brought her closer and I whispered. Thank you my lovely lady for allowing me into your life. You make me feel so damn happy and I hope I can keep you warm and make you smile too.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[K writes]

All of us are beggars for love. We need someone to make us feel good, we need someone to make us feel, we are their only one. Love is ambrosia and we need to taste her to make us feel alive and safe

SO VERY TRUE.... This is so good and holds emotion

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kaykey. I appreciate the comment.

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

As long as we still have hope, we still have a chance for love.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Lady K. and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The warmth and the smiles are very often the closest thing to healing we can hope for in this life. The scars stay. And the scars are tender and tough at the same time. But a little girl's arms around your neck being bustled off to bed, a kiss on the cheek...things which seem everyday in nature to so many can take on grand new meanings when they cover our pain with tenderness. I don't think we should be beggars for love. But I do think love can make even beggars feel like kings. Bless. F.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Fabian. Love make us feel like a king of heart. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Rye]

People want love but don't want to return it...nicely done

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear friend. They do not understand love. Love is when we love someone morning face and night face. Their smile and their sadness. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Corset]

Love is ambrosia and we need to taste her to make us feel alive and safe. I think safe is the operative word for the ladies if we can feel safe with them then I think that's when we allow the magic to happen, take that safe feeling away and survival instinct kicks in. I'm thinking of poor Gabby atm of course, in the beginning, I'm sure she felt safe too. You just never know what lurks behind those eyes.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Corset. Love is chance. When we give everything away. We can lose. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Shelley Warner]

Yes, we are beggars for love. What a beautiful tribute to the love in your life. I love the blues song too. Yes, sometimes we have to get through darkness. My boyfriend was married for 50 years and he grieves when her birthday comes (next week). It is a darkness I feel.

[Coyote Poetry]

Some things, we cannot forget dear Shelley. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome

[Fran Marie]

Love is indeed the fine ambrosia of
life. just like the lilies blooming
in spring .. love brings fulfillment
and enriches our lives ..yes we all
do need love ..such wise truth and
beauty unfolds in this poem..nice

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran. I appreciate the comment my dear friend. The taste of ambrosia, love. We do need.

[Lydia Shutter]

We all need love and when we have it, we need to cherish it and nurture it. Too many do not. Love makes us better people...completes us. Beautifully written, John. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. I agree and I appreciate the comment.

[no tell writer]

I don't maybe all of us are, beggars for love. Without love how would one survive.
Nicely written and well said. There is truth in your words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Katzie and I agree.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

There is no greater affirmation we can receive then that of love from another. The missing pieces we are born with only seem to be filled with these precious little pearls we call love. We feel complete by it because it affirms our worthiness for such affection in the eyes of another. In which we are made whole. Thank you CP for your artful words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Carlos. Love is so damn rare and so damn sweet.