My love is gone

When my love is gone,
I frolic 'round the place.
Waiting for the moment,
when love abound can wake.
Her image is a memory,
she lingers in my thoughts,
her perfume fills my senses,
her name fills up my heart.
I lay upon her pillow,
and dream of loves content,
She simply is my heart, my soul, 
and all my loves extent.
When will she come to me,
with softness in her voice?
When will her arms surround me,
when will she be my choice?
I miss each waking moment,
spent in her luxury,
a heaven's gift upon me,
beyond my wildest dreams.
I want for nothing but her love,
her song within my heart.
When will my love return
and fill this empty spot?



- Trish 2012

To you a poem

On banks of flowers sings our love
it taries not for doubt
It sails on wings of utter trust
and will not muffle out
Your touch like one so gentle soft
your breath my soft caress
You are the one my heart enfolds
with fondness all about
Our love it rests and plays a tune
the music all can hear.
Its sounds like one from heaven sent
such joy beyond all ruin.
To you I pledge my utter most
to you I cling so near
A bank of flowers is our love
without one sour note.



- Trish 2012

The measure of a woman

What is the worth of her love
a measure of that girl?
It is beyond her beauty fare
or other parts she shares.
Her worth lies in the gentle song
that her sweet spirit plays,
and kindness shared you this day
when other's shuns are made.
Her touch is that of baby soft,
her smile from deep within.
This is the measure of her love!
Come here take heed young men!


 - Trish 2012

No reply

I could cry tears forever,
but tears do not heal.
I could scream for hours,
but pain has no ears.
I could run for miles,
but hurt would still be there.
Why? I ask in earnest,
but the walls have no reply.


- Trish 2012