Showing posts with label love poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love poem. Show all posts
Monday, November 23, 2015
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Monday, September 24, 2012
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
WE WALK TOGETHER........
We walk together side by side,
You with your swinging gait,
With eyes so blue they look at me
No words need to be said.
When in my arms you touch me gently,
Your cheek on mine - it’s bliss!
Right now, I stop and turn to you
And you stop too and see
My open arms – you take the hint
The world may our witness be.
I feel your breath, your lovely sigh,
Your cute li’l nose and cheek
We schmooze and coo as lovers do
And love is all we seek.
You show that you belong to me,
Your love is wav’ring never;
I proudly tell the world the truth
‘This cat is mine forever!’
Peter Frederick
http://www.peterfrederick.org
http://www.life-on-the-road.com
Friday, November 20, 2009
ODE TO JADE (My granddaughter)
I love a girl, small and fine,
with jet black hair and eyes that shine,
and lips so sweet and teeth so white,
her smile is brilliant day and night.
Her skin is brown, her body lissome,
hands are nimble, her toes are kiss-some,
her body is to squeeze and sigh
and cuddly, if she lets you nigh.
And when she walks, with tiny feet
in fashion sandals down the street,
and hips that wiggle to and fro,
To ev’ry boy she smiles ‘hello!’
What is your name? that darling asks,
starting friendships that do not last.
It doesn’t matter they all are welcome
whether ugly, fat or handsome.
Meeting dogs is her delight,
They jump at her with all their might,
And love her too and lick her face
with wagging tails in quickest pace.
She loves her ice cream, cone or stick,
a cheeky tongue goes lick, lick, lick,
a ‘mmm’ is heard and what a sight,
her face and fingers need a wipe.
And her proud daddy, when around,
serves as her fav’rite playing ground.
Climbs round on him for a long time,
gets kissed and tickled all the time.
When music sounds aloud and rhythmic
she cannot help it, she is with it,
with stomping feet and swaying hips
and cheery laughter from her lips.
When she visits her grandparents,
Her love for them becomes apparent.
She kisses, cuddles and many a word,
loving, caring, are then heard.
At Christmas time, the best of seasons,
she loves her presents with good reason,
unwrapping them with Christmas cheer,
as she was good throughout the year!
A year has gone and what a sight –
She’s taller now, more adult-like.
What will the future hold for Jadey?
God bless you my little baby!
Peter Frederick
http://www.peterfrederick.org
http://www.life-on-the-road.com
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