Romance – Page 14 – Word Smith Wisdom

Best Christmas Ever

The holiday season is upon us.
Brotherly love is all around.
I love Christmas without the fuss.
All the music is the holiday sound.

I have no girlfriend, but many friends.
We are all in the holiday spirit.
Would I like eggnog? It depends.
If not spiked, I’ll say cheers with it.

What is this? A special delivery.
A package with no return address.
It says open now. It is free.
I hope it doesn’t cause distress.

‘My Christmas wish would be you.’
Just that simple note in big letters.
Who has sent this? I haven’t a clue.
Perfumed, I wouldn’t forget her.

I hope it is not a joke, but who?
I paced around, trying to think.
I am not sure what I should do.
I’ll just wait, I thought with a wink.

Next day, another delivery.
A beautiful package with a bow.
As I opened it I felt all shivery.
Who sent this? I have to know.

A picture of me in the park.
It said: “My angel to save me.”
Is this thing some kind of lark?
Don’t know when, you see.

I can’t remember posing for it.
Again I paced. I couldn’t bring
It to mind.—– Nothing fit.
I have to figure out this thing.

Next day a 3rd package arrived.
This is really blowing me away.
I looked inside and almost died.
“We must meet, instead of this way.”

Instructions as to where to go.
The date and time for the meeting.
No name attached so I had to go.
What would be a proper greeting?

It was a girl I knew from school.
Very pretty, but the quiet type.
“I always wanted to meet you.”
“I was just too shy to try, right?”

“So I came up with this ‘gift’ plan.”
“Christmas is just around the corner.”
“My only wish was to meet you, Sam.”

“Well, it worked—–. I am here.”
So started my best Christmas ever.
Mistletoe and nothing to fear.
I got my first kiss. Very clever.

May all have a Christmas this good.
Sue and I have been together since.
We both got what we should.
No longer will either sit on the bench.

Watching others go by hand in hand.
Happy smiles on their faces.
We have each other now. It’s grand.
Life is good. I wouldn’t trade places.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Sitting here thinking about what to do.
Then started thinking about me and you.
In most ways we are like any other.
You’re my wife, my friend, my lover.
We disagree on certain subjects.
You like cartoons. I like the Muppets.
I continued to reminisce about us.
There were times when I wanted to cuss.
But, the experience of life with you
Is an overall pleasure I could do.
I would never want it any other way.
All those little things that make up a day.
Like the Bobby Goldsboro song:
“Little Things,” it’s what belongs.
It makes up why I love you.
I know it is why you love me to.
Little things that belong to just us.
What we share without a fuss.
It all makes life with you a gift.
One I could never resist.
It has made us who we are.
Let it shine like the northern star.
For those who are just starting out.
The little things is what it is all about.
It’s the glue that holds it all together.
Even through the stormy weather.
Little things; I salute you.
You are what has brought us through.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Shattered Love

To see you standing with him there
was almost more than I could bare.
We had something not long ago.
This hurt me more than you could know.
I cried my eyes out over you.
The night you told me we were through.
He is probably the reason why.
Remembering, I feel like I could die.
I have heard you call him your soulmate.
He was ‘the one’ after only one date.
That doesn’t say a lot for me.
I tried for months to make you see.
We were soulmates, but not so for you.
I wondered what else could I do?
It seems my love was all in vain.
To you it was only just a game.
I had no hint you felt this way.
Until the night of that awful day.
The emotional pain is so extreme,
I feel like all I can do is scream.
Some friends say I should beat his ass.
But, that would show very little class.
I guess all I can do is find another.
Hard to do with my heart in the gutter.
Wounds from love are slow to heal.
The scars remain as part of the deal.
Trust issues will still remain.
Makes it hard for an honest game.
But, if I can find someone who is true.
I will cherish her more than I did you.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Private Love, Not Public

We had been on a few dates.
I felt I wanted you for my mate.
It was time to make a move.
I decided to put on the ‘smooth.’

I wanted to bring you into my world.
What a shock to see it went viral.
You put my ‘smooth moves’ online.
Now everyone knows my line.

I wanted it to be private & special.
Not be a soapbox intellectual.
It destroyed the intimacy of it.
It made me feel I want to quit.

I thought we would be a pair.
Admired by others everywhere.
Now I am a internet star.
The ‘Don Juan’ of lovers afar.

What I said was only for you.
I hoped you would think so too.
But, you’ve made me a social star.
Our love is over due to the scar.

It can never recover from a hit like this.
Our love is as good as a miss.
It has no place on the social media.
Basically, it has shown I don’t need ya.

I think for my type of romance
The old days had the best chance.
You need a lover who puts on a show.
One who will let all the world know.

As for me, I am the private type.
I am not fond of all the hype.
You go your way & I’ll go mine.
Maybe we’ll meet again sometime.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Plain Jane Has Much To Gain

Here we go again today.
You are friendly in every way.
You are sliding right up to me.
Is there something I can’t see?

Why would you be interested in me?
I am as common as can be.
Boys normally look the other way.
Do you think I want to play?

Sorry buddy, I’m not that kind.
I have other things on my mind.
I don’t play those nasty games.
Do you think that I’m insane?

You say no. You’re not after that.
Then, just tell me where it’s at.
What is it you see in me?
I’m no catch, as you can see.

You say to look further down the line.
You say I have a beautiful mind.
I’m smart enough to see the truth.
You are not trying to be uncouth.

You want someone to cuddle to.
Someone who will appreciate you.
Someone who will always be true.
You say I can see that person is you.

You have been snubbed by girls
Despite their beauty and their curls.
You hope I will not be the same.
You don’t care that I am plain.

No, you don’t think I am desperate.
You hope I won’t tell you to rest it.
You say: “I’d like to make it with you.”
I think: ‘I’m the one he’s talking to.’

I must admit,—- I am befuddled.
Just the thought: ‘you want to cuddle.’
This has never happened to me.
I’ll give in a little and we will see.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Pining For My Love

Everyone here knows how to cry.
But, I feel like I just might die.
The loss for me is very personal.
A man crying is not a curse, you know.
She was a star that everybody loved.
She was brighter than the stars above.
We had a relationship all our own.
I was always there when she got home.
It was private. Very few people knew.
No one knows how I yearn for you.
Your public life was above reproach.
Everyone thought you were the most.
But, privately, I knew your fears.
I was there to dry your tears.
You leaned on me for moral support.
I would erase every negative report.
You were often on tour as a singer.
I would follow and always linger.
We would meet when you were alone.
Then, I would always take you home.
You said you were nothing without me.
This was something I couldn’t see.
You wanted our life together to remain
a secret. No one else would be the same.
Then came that day you took that plane.
I would come later, I had explained.
I couldn’t tell you of my fear of flying.
I knew if I did it would lead to dying.
Then, the plane you were on went down.
All my dreams smashed into the ground.
The thought of you dying in despair.
I feel I really should have been there.
My life and my love is gone.
And I was too afraid to come along.
There is absolutely nothing I can do.
My heart has died along with you.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Music Of Love

There is music ringing in the air.
I can hear it singing everywhere.
Sweeter than honey from the hive.
My spirits raise & I come alive.

Then, suddenly, I began to see.
The music is inside of me.
I have become so into you.
The music rings of you. It’s true.

It is like when the angels sing.
You are my all & everything.
The music of life rings true.
When that life is with you.

I am floating in the clouds.
The music is playing really loud.
I am oblivious to any others.
Except for you. To this I shudder

I cannot think of anyone else.
I cannot even think of self.
You have taken over my mind.
Just sweet music all the time.

What’s this? I see you dancing to?
You say “It’s because I’m into you.”
My heart soars to a greater height.
I am higher than a kite.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

A Mystery To Me

She is always a mystery to me.
I often wonder? How can it be?
The fact she stays by my side.
Sometimes my brain is fried.
Yet, she takes it all in stride.
Thank God, I have never lied.
I have been faithful to the end.
She is much more than a friend.
She knows, no matter what.
I will always be true. What luck.
She is always a mystery to me.
She has what it takes, you see.
She could do way better than me.
Yet, she says with me she is free.
She is faithful, without question.
She won’t go in a different direction.
She says I make her laugh a lot.
I am so glad she tied the knot.
She says there is more to this.
I am a prize she couldn’t miss.
She is always a mystery to me.
I ask “What do you see?”
I am down on one knee.
“My love is kneeling to me.”
She always says things like that.
I always know just where I’m at.
She make me feel better than I am.
I know,—- for I am the man.
I know I have many short comings.
But, with her, I don’t need re-plumbing.
Yet, she is always a mystery to me.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

She’s Not The Marrying Kind

I was thinking of another life.
One where you would be my wife.
Is that such a farfetched dream?
I would treat you like a queen.

You don’t want to hear such guff.
Sometimes I think it’s just a bluff.
What would be so bad to be married?
But, that idea, you never carried.

You were all for living together.
Anything more, you’d say “Never!”
Were you just being mean to me?
Or, is there something else to see?

Fly away little bird. Fly to your love.
Be with her always, you turtle dove.
Love in nature is beautiful to see.
It should be the same for you & me.
We are committed & together.
But, will we withstand any weather?
Make the commitment to never leave.
‘Till death do us part’, we can achieve.

We have been together awhile now.
I don’t think one of us will take the bow.
Decide it is time to up and leave.
Let’s give it a permanent reprieve.

Set a date & exchange our vows.
That commitment will last, somehow.
Nothing to fear except fear itself.
It is better than sitting on a shelf.

Take your time and think it over.
Lay down here in this field of clover.
Let you mind relax and drift.
Concentrate on this perfect fit.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Rumor Mill Victim

Are you going to see the show?
It is quite provocative, you know.
Yet, it will steal your heart away.
You’ll talk about it for many a day.

This show has been all over.
Big crowds have left much fuller.
It is a must for all to see.
I want you to go with me.

We could make it a double date.
It is not an excuse to wait.
I have ordered our tickets early.
You don’t mind that,—- surely.

Yes, I bought 2 extras, just in case.
I don’t want to have egg on my face.
They can pay me back, if they want.
I won’t harass them or say a taunt.

I know you fear going alone with me.
I planned for all of this, you see.
The rumors spread about me are sad.
You will find I am not that bad.

Someone started those rumors for revenge.
I wouldn’t do what she did intend.
She said she would make me suffer.
She said I wouldn’t date till I was a duffer

I have suffered much from her rumor mill.
I am broke. She has emptied out my till.
Take all you have heard with a grain of salt.
I am sweeter than a chocolate malt.

But, the only truth is to demonstrate.
I will prove I am an appropriate date.
You may find I am worth more than one.
You may even find I am loads of fun.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)