Category: Romance

      The Outdoor Girl

I have walked on the beach at the sea.

Remember when you walked with me?

I have hiked on the mountain trails.

That was where we heard the wails.

We were hiking for the day.

We went up the canyon way.

At the spot the wails were heard.

A sign there said “The Devil’s Herd”.

The wind makes the sound right there.

Blowing through the canyon, bare.

I have taken desert trips.

You missed out on some of this.

I hiked into Mystery Lakes.

You came to, we had what it takes.

It was not an easy trip.

It was about as rugged as it can get.

We have gone to Canada to hike.

Glacier Park was a real sight.

We have hiked the Pacific Coast Crest.

From Wa. to Ca., that was the best.

We have swam in mountain lakes.

Cold enough to freeze your aches.

We enjoyed all we did together.

We did it in almost all kinds of weather.

We shared this interest in life.

A good way to get rid of stress & strife.

We did many other things too.

Life was good for me and you.

How is it then that you left me?

For a city slicker who is never free.

She is always busy with her work.

She seems to only have time to smirk.

She is not the outdoor type.

You’re  stuck with this the rest of your life?

Where is the justice in this world?

A new beginning, I would herald.

But, what’s over is over & done.

Yes, while it lasted, it was fun.

I guess I will kiss the past goodbye.

And find myself some other guy.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

      Recovery From Being Dumped

One man is mad, another cries.

One is vengeful, another lost.

One loves her so & really tries.

Another will get even at any cost.

The man who is dumped hurts deeply inside.

He may only show anger in his response.

Or, he may be so distraught he loses pride.

He may show nothing as a response.

But, deep down, the loss is felt.

Another scar on the heart.

It may not leave a visible welt.

But, his emotions are torn apart.

It hurts any man’s pride.

It is worse than a slap in the face.

You feel rejected. You can’t hide.

You are dejected and in disgrace

It is hard to recover without scars.

It will affect all further relations.

Someone you know or met in a bar.

A suffering self image affects elation.

Life is an emotional roller coaster landing.

To survive the ride & come out on top.

Takes great insight and understanding.

Both on your part and hers. Never stop.

Put every effort into every relationship.

Try to understand the others views.

Life is a learning situation trip.

Get the lesson right & it is great news.

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

        Contemplating Love

Walking by the sea alone.

Kicking up sand & little stones.

Contemplating my own love life.

Mostly, it is heartache & strife.

I find a large spiral shell.

I listen to it & hear the swell.

It sounds just like the sea.

Then, I think of your love for me.

They say nothing lasts forever.

Yet, it could be a whole lot better.

I wonder where it went astray?

My mind wanders to another day.

Another place, another time.

A time where you are always mine.

A place where all that we do

is done to show our love is true.

Such a place is called paradise.

A place where everything is nice.

It seems it only exists in the mind.

There, it is safe, all of the time.

If possible, I would go there with you.

Then all my dreams would come true.

Our love would become as one.

We would have an eternity of fun.

Anything we did or anywhere we went

would bring more joy than peppermint.

Our lives would go down in history.

The “Book Of Love” would be you & me.

Day dreams; a great form of escape.

A way out of reality’s fate.

But, then, it all comes to an end.

The sun goes down & the wind comes up.

The beach is nothing but a deserted cup.

Something to hold my tears of sorrow.

I sit here & cry, thinking of tomorrow.

I drive home, trying to think of a way.

A way to bring you to paradise for the day.

Let that day stretch into years.

No more sorrow, no more tears.

Just you and me, making history.

It will happen dear, if you’ll just stick with me.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–2015)

      Long Enduring Love

Coming into town on the afternoon train.

I hope this long trip is not in vain.

I have been gone for way too long.

I know its been eons I have been gone.

The shadows from trees flash across my face

as I contemplate going back to the place.

Back to where and when it all started.

I often wish we had never parted.

Yet, I had to leave for the reasons you know.

You said you would wait through sleet and snow.

It has taken much longer than expected.

My letters to you were never neglected.

But, lately, responses have been fewer.

I am nervous, thinking that you flew.

Our romance, put on hold too long.

Till, eventually, another came along.

The train is finally slowing in its approach.

I am praying I am not met with reproach.

Passengers unload and then it’s my turn.

I can feel my stomach began to churn.

I step down and you fly into my arms.

All kisses and tears and all your charms.

I am overwhelmed with joy and tears.

I hold you like I won’t let go for years.

I will never be going away again.

It is over. I am staying until the end.

We have a lot to catch up on.

But, we have time. Now is our song.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

      Love Finally Found

I’m on the road to never, never land.

I have to find out who I really am.

I’ve searched the whole world over.

Yet, I never found my 4 leaf clover.

My sweet honey suckle companion.

The one who I will meet at land’s end.

Once she is found, I will settle down.

With no one but her around.

Until then, I travel on day to day.

Stumbling along. Trying to find my way.

The ins & outs of relationships

can be a rocky road leading only to friendships.

I must dive deeper into the human gene pool.

Scuba diving for a pearl in the blue.

One more precious than life itself.

I will never just set it on the shelf.

She will be the world to me.

Can anyone be her, I plea?

There is so much to learn and do.

Yet, I must continue on, to get to you.

There is never an easy way.

I learn that lesson every day.

Stubborn persistence finally paid off.

I found her one day, up in the loft.

A farm girl, with the charms of forever.

Left me standing out in the wet weather.

After the shock wore off, I explained.

She smiled and made it very plain.

She did things the old fashioned way.

A fellow would have to court her every day.

This I did with great exuberance.

I hoped that this would move her hence.

It worked like a charm. Now, we are one.

Now, the fun has really begun.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

      Rebound Love?

Here we are, talking together again.

Are you looking for more than a friend?

You say yes, but then there’s her.

You have to get yourself free, for sure.

You want my help with this.

I want to punch her with my fist.

You say you want her out of your heart.

You want to try to make a new start.

She controlled all you did and thought.

You can’t discuss the misery she brought.

Seems you could easily forget her.

Achieving this, you’re not so sure.

Talk about your mind manipulation.

She is totally a new revelation.

I love you and want to be with you.

I just want you to be true.

I’m everything a guy could want,

but I’m not her. That’s not a taunt.

I am me and you are you.

Together, we can be two.

If we run into her, make a stand.

I think it will be time to hold my hand.

Turn and walk away with me.

The reaction, you will see.

Soon, she will be out of your heart.

From then on, we will never part.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

      Maturing Love

Love can be new.

Or, love can be old.

Will you stick like glue?

Would you be that bold?

If the love has aged,

it’s like a fine wine.

Good bouquet

developed over time.

But, first love must grow,

age, and mature.

It’s not how much you know.

It’s what you can assure.

When you can overlook faults.

or, other defects of character.

Then you can open the vaults.

Let that deeper love mature.

Each day that love will become richer.

It will fill all nooks and crannies.

No one will ever be a bitch here.

Your devotion & respect is dandy.

You have a partner to share all with.

Someone to be there for you.

Overall, this is a precious gift.

Connecting all, love being the glue.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)