I want to know love..

August poetry number nine.

                    I want to know love....

I do get Jealous of people who are blessed by love. Those lucky people who can fall into their lover's eyes and they can swim in the blessings of holding hands and soft words.

Some of us are shackle to the wrong things and I told my children. I should of danced more, I should of loved more and I should of laughed more. Don't waste time on useless things. The reward of hard work become meaningless when you remember.

Pretty gals who loved you and you left alone. Beautiful emerald eyes that stole your mind and heart. And you allowed to escape your life.

Today I want to know love. I want to adore a kind woman and I want to fall into her eyes, her words. I pray for the Gypsy girl with eyes that can dance with the night stars, her feet can twirl and move with the sea. I want someone who love a quiet love, a enduring love that don't need everything.

I want to fall into the eyes of a dreamer and I want her to make me feel. Adored. And I would adore her too.

I told my children. When love is near, fall into the mercy of her. Never allow the love to escape. Find someone that can make you smile, find someone who can make you laugh and find someone who want midnight dances, long kisses.  Find someone who want to fall into the safety of your eyes and you can fall into warmth of their eyes. You want someone to think you are their world, their everything. And they are your everything.

A ancient poet wrote once. Love find you, you do not find love. Love is life and life is love. I wished on the first star for a kind woman who would hold my hands and she would sing to me, love songs till the end of time. The weeping sky told me, the kind moon bleed tears for me and the sea whispered to me. Johnnie. You don't find love. Love will find you.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Dance more...through the pain, through the adversity....and love more. We all need to learn how to do this. Getting stressed about the little things never makes life better. Knowing that family and friends are more important than anything is the way to make ourselves happier. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Lydia. I appreciate the comment.

[Lourdes Pessetto]

Hi there,
First, I want to thank you so much for visiting my profile and reading my posts. Second, I truly enjoyed reading your post. Beautiful expression of what a true, healthy relationship should be. Love is one of the strongest human emotions in existence. Love heals and allows us to live at peace and at ease. Love is home. I call my husband home. Wrapped around his arms feels safe, warm and comforting and vice versa (27 years married). I do know that in order to find true love we must love ourselves first and make sure any emotional baggage has been cleaned up, not to bring chaos to the other person's life. There's an old saying- "you can't pour from an empty cup." Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts. Kind regards, Lourdes

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear lourdes. You are lucky. If we find true love. They can always make us smile.

[Lourdes Pessetto]

Yes, for sure! Thank you!

[tranquilspace]

SOMETIMES WE WISHED TO HAVE DONE THINGS BETTER AND IT'S THOSE MOMENTS WE WISH TO FORGET BUT END UP REMEMBERING AND LIKE YOU SAID; LOVE WILL FIND YOU, IT'S LOVELY.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Light and ashes]

BEAUTIFUL and wonderful words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Light and ashes]

You are welcome. :)

[John the Baptist]

I like the philosophy Coyote. You don't find love; love finds you. But I try not to look back with regrets. I did what I thought was right and true at the time, and for me, that's the end of it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we lose more than we can win my friend. Never give-up. Could be someone near waiting for the poet who weave words and poetry. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, dance more, laugh more, love more.

we do waste time on such trivial things....and never know true happiness.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Jacob. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Mark]

After 60 years of life I came to the conclusion that love is easy, it's being in love that's hard. I think we put too much emphasis on finding that one true love. Better to live, 'dance more' then waste time looking for some ideal that really doesn't exist. No matter what a couple might say about their relationship, if it works it's because they put a lot of time, determination, and understanding into it. being in love means two people contributing, giving, respecting each other. That is rare in life. Far more rare than the romcom movies want us to think.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Mark. In a long and good life. We will love many. Each lover, a lesson we had learn. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.

[Corset]

That's what they keep telling me too. Oh! One day you will meet that right one who is kind and allows you to be the free spirit you are... and maybe that is true for a lucky few. It's impossible it seems to brush away the taint of the past experiences and not allow it to shape or define who and what you draw into your life but that is exactly what one must do I think. We have our own mindsets to conquer as a friend once said as our thoughts beget our future, and those drawn into its orbit. (I'm like b@tch please!)

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Corset. We must be brave. Dance more, drink more and laugh more. In my old age. I will find people who want to go out happy. Not seeking yesterday, seeking today. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment my friend.

[Lourdes Pessetto]

I absolutely agree Coyote! Sing, dance, love, have fun today! It's all we have, today!

[Shelley Warner]

As I read this, I thought just how fortunate I am. I lost my husband six years ago. A few years later, John, who had been my first boyfriend when I was 14, came into my life. Love found me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That is serendipity....and a wonderful second chance.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am glad dear Shelley. Many people I know. Had lost someone or a bad marriage. Second chance, they had found happiness. I am glad love had found you.

[Shelley Warner]

Thank you, me too.