Romance – Page 15 – Word Smith Wisdom

Cupid Scores Big

What you did. I couldn’t believe it.
There was no way I could retrieve it.
You stole my heart and so much more.
Did you plan to make such a score?

We were just out to have a good time.
I never thought that you would be mine.
I am yours, I guess I should say.
I never planned on this today.

You reached down and touched my soul.
How it touched me, you’ll never know.
You wrapped my heart in ecstasy
Now I know I can never be free.

I hope I affected you in the same way.
Cupid hit us both. What can I say?
Now, where do we go from here?
I hope it lasts. That’s my big fear.

I have never felt this way before.
This is so much more than a score.
Cloud 9, move out of the way.
I am headed for the stars this day.

I have heard of heaven on earth.
Now I know just what it’s worth.
I am high just sitting here with you.
Your love excites me, through & through.

I am like a sponge. Soaking it all up.
I can’t get enough. Fill up my cup.
Let me drown in your loving eyes.
I won’t back down is no surprise.

Turn on your love light. Let it shine.
Shine on me so I will feel fine.
There is not a lot that I can do.
I have stumbled and fell for you.

What a way to go. What a show.
You’ve cast your spell? I don’t know.
Whatever happened, don’t let it end.
You are now way more than a friend.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

A Woman In Love

She was dedicated beyond a doubt.
Others wondered what it was about?
She was headed for a major fall.
Anyone could make that call.

She’s a woman in love.
She doesn’t see it at all.
She’s a woman in love.
She is blinded to the fall.
All she sees is very rosy.
All is warm and cozy.
She’s a woman in love.
She doesn’t see it at all.

He has fooled many others.
He’s a deceiver of many colors.
He has the right lines to work.
She was fooled. It’s not a quirk.

She won’t listen to others.
She won’t listen to her mother.
She is blinded to all they say.
She knows he is going to stay.

It pains me to watch it all.
I know she is headed for a fall.
It will hurt like no other.
Her life will be in the gutter.

She’s a woman in love.
She doesn’t see it at all.
She’s a woman in love.
She is blinded to the fall.
All she sees is very rosy.
All is warm and cozy.
She is a woman in love.
She doesn’t see it at all.

Some have thought she is crazy.
Others think she is only lazy.
She is neither. She’s blinded by love.
May she get help from heaven above.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Saved From A Lonely Life

Just before I turn out the light to sleep,
I look at you lying there, so sweet.
I turn out the light and think back.
A year ago, it was only me in this shack.

I had been alone for many a year.
When I met you, it brought on fear.
But, you quickly became part of my life.
There was no fear or strife.

It was like it had always been.
You were much more than a friend.
But, I remember, I was a loner for years.
Being with you has brought me to tears.

You. You have changed my life.
You. You have taken away the strife.
You took away the lonely nights.
You made me feel like I am somebody.
After years of being a nobody.
You. You have recreated my life.
You. You did it by becoming my wife.

After years of being alone.
I had made that life my home.
No one found me desirable before.
Most thought of me as a bore.

I would kid about being a bachelor.
When I wanted to be a match for her.
But, it never seemed to go my way.
I finally said ‘ let things go as they may.’

Years rolled by. I expected no change.
Each day things remained the same.
Then,—- Came the day I met you.
It wasn’t planned, but it came true.

You. You have changed my life.
You. You have taken away my strife.
You took away the lonely nights.
You made me feel like I am somebody.
After years of being a nobody.
You. You have recreated my life.
You. You did it by becoming my wife.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Solitary Man No More

Solitary Man No More

Nobody knew where the money came from.

It was enough to cover all of his fun.

He avoided other people’s curious looks.

Writing poems & reading exciting books

carried him deep into each night.

He would start over again when it was light.

He was isolated. He lived alone.

In public, his face was rarely shown.

He said he was his own best friend.

His poems & his reading he would defend.

He had an imagination that knew no limits.

He could create a whole new world in minutes.

He didn’t watch TV or hear a radio.

Newspapers & magazines were a no no.

Sometimes he relaxed with music.

Not that often, but he liked the acoustics.

His poems reflected his isolation & life.

He would bring out how to avoid all strife.

He was called eccentric and a little odd.

He had his own thoughts & views of God.

He was not into penitence, or any such thing.

A monk’s celibate life wasn’t his to bring.

Yet, he never dealt with the opposite sex.

A slightly risqué’ poem was as close as it gets.

His books gave him ideas for new poems.

Read only by him. He accepted no coins.

He didn’t publish, sell or put them on the internet.

They would probably be found upon his death.

One day he wrote a poem of his life.

He thought: ‘Wait, this doesn’t seem right.’

He began to see just how eccentric he was.

He wondered why he was like this? Because??

He couldn’t come up with a good reason.

He decided to go out. It was the season.

Of course, he went to the library.

He soon met a sweet girl he would finally marry.

How that came about is another story.

But, I can assure you, it wasn’t boring.

She liked all the things he liked to.

She was an introvert. He said “I like that about you.”

They both loved poetry. She wrote some too.

She said “I love books, but mostly I love you..”

Life went on, but now there were two.

His poetry reflected a different point of view.

Life was good from all he could see.

He even wished the same for you and me.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Avoiding Commitment

Avoiding Commitment

I am drifting free in the wind.

Nothing to anchor me from within.

You are chasing me where I go.

What you want, I just don’t know?

Perhaps you want to throw me a lifeline?

You will just have to bide your time.

Where I drift to, I do not know.

I am not putting on a show.

I am as free as the birds can be.

No permanent ties to anchor me.

I float around here and there.

Taking the best from everywhere.

Never touched by feelings of remorse.

I try to stay on a steady course.

My shields are up as I float along.

Not being hurt will keep me strong.

I am free as a form of defense.

Maybe this doesn’t make sense.

But, to be hurt is what I avoid.

I would rather stay in a void.

My emotions are tender and raw.

I can’t take a chance I might fall.

There is not enough trust out there.

I could be hurt almost anywhere.

Obviously, I have been hurt before.

I totally trusted & was hurt to the core.

This is my new way to cope with it.

Avoidance makes it worth the trip.

I am as free as the birds can be.

No permanent ties to anchor me.

I float around here and there.

Taking the best from everywhere.

Never touched by feelings of remorse.

I try to stay on a steady course.

My shields are up as I float along.

Not being hurt will keep me strong.

I never want to crash and burn.

Brought down by a lover’s yearn.

I stay superficial at all times.

To do less would be a crime.

I always keep the emotions intact.

I never commit a foolish act.

I stay free and flow with the wind.

If you don’t commit, there is no sin.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Waiting To Make A Move

Waiting To Make A Move

Well, I was moving & grooving with a friend of mine.

Thinking that maybe I should make her mine.

Things seem to go along o.k.

She is always willing to go and play.

Maybe there will come a time

when I can make a move and make her mine.

For now, just being friends with her

is more than enough to hope it may occur.

We blend together like bread and butter.

We would rather be together than with another.

She is supportive in every way.

The best friend I could have today.

I do not know if she would want to go further.

If she didn’t it would really be murder.

My emotions would be blown down like sitting ducks.

I would slip into a depression worse than a rut.

Maybe just friends is the way to go.

I know that is not quite the whole show.

But, it beats depression any day of the week.

Let the earth be inherited by the meek.

Meanwhile, I will bide my time.

Maybe get a clue if she would be mine.

Then I would know what to do next.

We could finally put the mystery to rest.

Things would then change for the better.

With improvements made to the letter.

More than a friend, more than a lover.

Someone I love as much as my mother.

A soulmate for the rest of my life.

I will wait,—- so there will be no strife.

—————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Wrongly Accused

Wrongly Accused

You want revenge for a nasty act.

Though you don’t know who was at bat.

It was not me. The rumor mill lies.

Before I would do such a thing, I would die.

You want to crucify me on your anger.

For your revenge there is no languor.

I don’t blame you for being upset.

But, there is only one thing I regret.

You jumping to conclusions that are not true.

I was not the one who has did this to you.

I have no idea who it could have been?

Whoever did this was not a friend.

I would tell you who, if I only knew.

I can see what this is coming to.

I am being hung out to dry.

A scapegoat, hanging from a pole in the sky.

You will feel foolish when you see you’re wrong.

By then it will be too late. You came on too strong.

What we had will be totally destroyed.

Do not let this happen, I employ.

You’re not listening. You’re insane as a goose.

You’re mind is made up. You’re irrational side is loose.

There is no way to bring you back in.

Except to tell you I was with your best friend.

She can give testimony to this.

I know that is like a punch with a fist.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

There is no other way to state my case.

I am damned if I tell the truth. Damned if I don’t.

Yet, I am innocent of it. To admit it, I won’t.

Either way I am screwed, blued, and tattooed.

Yet, I won’t confess to being so rude.

Being with your best friend isn’t what you think.

I got advice for a gift for you. I said with a wink.

You’re birthday is coming up real soon.

I wanted to surprise you with more than balloons.

Now, since you think it’s me, I feel like a goon.

Take time to think this through.

You will find I have been true blue.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Badly Burned

Burned Badly

He’s been down and out. No longer around.

He has not been seen around town.

He’s like a $2 novel without a cover.

Still,—– his story is like no other.

He was burned badly and didn’t recover.

An emotional burn is like no other.

He’d been dropped, stomped, the fire put out.

Yet, the pain continues. He feels like a no account.

She tore him every way but loose.

Ripped him up like the red caboose.

He didn’t have a prayer going in.

He was too trusting to ever win.

He gave her his heart and soul.

She torpedoed them like a soccer pro.

Kicking his heart all around.

Ripping his soul till it can’t be found.

He was only looking for a loving commitment.

She led him on then gave him a shipment.

A shipment of suffering and pain.

Since then, he has never been the same.

He did nothing to deserve what he got.

But, she nailed him when he was on the spot.

It is just the type of girl she is.

She’s a heart breaker, without any fizz.

She tore him every way but loose.

Ripped him up like a red caboose.

He didn’t have a prayer going in.

He was too trusting to ever win.

He gave her his heart and soul.

She torpedoed them like a soccer pro.

Kicking his heart around.

Ripping his soul till it can’t be found.

He is afraid to show affection again.

She has destroyed his desire to win.

He may never find the love of his life.

She gave him too much pain and strife.

He has withdrawn to within himself.

Almost catatonic. Nothing can be felt.

He will never be hurt like that again.

Nothing touches him when he is within.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Defense For Summertime Blues

Defense For Summertime Blues

It’s summertime and time to have fun.

I can’t stay long. I have to run.

I have money in my wallet.

It’s for a swinging weekend . Just call it.

Whatever you want for a good time.

Excluding drugs, alcohol, or any type of crime.

I know, I know. You have heard it before.

Yet,—- I am going out the door.

If it’s a yes,—- get a move on.

If it’s no,—-then I am gone.

I’ve gotta jet. Life is waiting.

I don’t have time for debating.

I know you have heard it all before.

But, this time I mean it to my core.

I am ready to rock and roll.

So come on. Get ready to go.

We will find some swinging hot spot.

We will have a blast. Believe it or not.

What brought about this change in me?

It is summertime. Time to be free.

I feel good when the weather is warm.

The nights are nice & the fields are full of corn.

After the club, time for a moonlit ride.

The top will be down with you by my side.

The wind will whistle through our hair.

The stars will be out everywhere.

We will pull over in a cozy little spot.

There will be necking, like it or not.

But, I all ready know you like it too.

After all, it is the popular thing to do.

Next day, we may go to the beach.

I know some mouth to mouth I can teach.

Later, we can go on a hay ride.

Or, stay there and listen to the tide.

Anything will be a blast with you.

The best defense for the summertime blues.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Love Potion By Words

Love Potion By Words

Men: Don’t let this happen to you.

Women using it think it is cool.

Certain spoken words does the trick.

You will fall for the one using it.

No, it’s not Voodoo, or the like.

So don’t let that make you uptight.

Our brains are hard wired to respond.

The words trigger hormones, then we’re gone.

We are smitten without even a clue.

Never let this happen to you.

It is spreading. More women now know.

This takes all the fun out of the show.

You go down without a fighting chance.

It can be done with hardly a glance.

Are we men or are we mice?

Decide now. No time to think twice.

Do not fall under this deceptive spell.

You could end up in a living hell.

Much more potent than Love Potion # 9.

Except, this only works on men this time.

Does any man know similar words for women?

We need help before we make a decision.

What is good for the goose should be for the gander.

We have to defend ourselves like a man here.

Don’t tempt fate saying you are immune.

Before you know it, you will be consumed.

God, help us. Be our friend.

Women are NOT supposed to lord it over men.

————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)