For Love Presented by Ongoing Poetry Contributor Guy Graybill - Also, Love Enough! - The Prize - Nan

 

FOR LOVE 

(To the tune of “Simplice,” by Tchaikovsky)

Let’s steal away,

 To someplace where we can love;

 Where breezes are cool

 And passions will rule,

 While stars glitter high above.

 Let’s steal a kiss,

 A kiss that goes on and on;

 With boldness that grips

 Our hungering lips,

 While night fades into the dawn.

 Let’s find a nook

 Where I’ll be alone with you;

 Just hidden away

 An hour or a day;

 Or maybe a week or two.

 Let’s dare to dream:

 A dream that we’ll make come true.

 We’ll welcome the chance

 To make our romance

 A love that is always new.

 Let’s take a vow

 To live, evermore, as one.

 With light from above

 We’ll make the white dove

 The symbol for all we’ve done . . . For love.

💖

LOVE ENOUGH

 Yes, I’m a Hindu lover Sir

 And I love Nordics, just as well.

 I am a Negro (Black) lover, too;

 And ev’ry Semite, truth to tell.

Plus ev’ry Oriental type

 And natives of the U.S.A.

 And Eskimo and all the blends,

 Such as the oceans’ grand array.

 Perhaps I’ve got a malady; 

A trait that’s ever here and done.

 Simplistic, yes; but very true: 

I love God’s people, ev’ry one.

 What need to justify this trait?

 This observation’s not profound:

 When prejudice is kept at bay,

 There’s love enough to go around!

👼💓👼

💘

THE PRIZE

 

She, the white woman who taught in the village.

 He, the wild warrior, eas’ly tamed by her eyes.

 They lived together, apart from their people.

 Yes, they lived as outcasts; but they had the prize.

 They saw the glances, the looks and the hatred.

 They sensed the meanness that pure envy inspires. Then each would look in the eyes of the other

 And they would smile, knowing they had the prize.

Each day they thanked their Creator and Maker, While enduring the pain from the meddlesome lies. Each gained more strength from the love of the other; Still sharing a smile, knowing they had the prize.

Sadly, by moonlight, some bigots attacked them, Thus, leaving the couple to face their demise. Weakly, each searched for the eyes of the other. Tho’ dying, they smiled, knowing they had the prize. . . .

💞 

Nan

Of course, there is sorrow

And, yes, there are tears

For you, who grew sweeter

Through all of our years...

Your smile ever lingered

A joy I now miss

Although you grew weaker

Pale lips blew a kiss.

This pen I'm discarding

Our match to renew

I'll soon be abiding,

Forever with you. . . .

💗

Thank you for sharing your love, Guy

Gabby