Fireflies alight the night
Making darkness bright.
Flickers of glee
Reminding me
To love even in times of strife.
- Michelle
Copyright 2010 by Michelle D. Hudson. All rights reserved.
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Definition of a soul mate
There are many things i wish were true
but the only real truth is my love for you
You fill my heart. You are my cuore mio
You are my heart
You were the love of my youth
Loving each other against reasons
Across time and space
Almost like time and space folded in half
A decade and a half disappeared in between the folds
Suddenly, point A overlaps point B
Time appear to stand still, leaving our love frozen in time
Everything else moved in its time and pace
Life moved on for you and me
but fate ,knew we belonged together
Winds of destiny orchestrated a meet
Our path crossed, and frozen feelings thawed
Unbelievably, it felt like not a day had passed
Feelings simply continued where we left off
Untouched by time
And suddenly I realised
you WERE the love of my youth
We shared a promise to
hold each other in our hearts for a lifetime
And now...
- now you are the love of my life
But the question remains
Can second chance really happen for both of us?
Can the life we led while apart permit us to be
together as heaven intends?
Florence
Friday, July 2, 2010
In Your Absence
My fingers tingles in readiness to touch your skin
My heart thumps like horses hooves, against my ribs
at the memories of our last day together.
My body aches from the loss of your touch
It awaits, the soft kisses, you love to trail
from head to toe.
The loving whispers of promises to keep
It remembers all your luscious kisses,
and your warm embrace.
The slow rhythm of our love making,
and the sweet punishment when passion
kept us up till morning dew.
All that I am, misses you so.
I have nothing but memories,
daydreams and our song to keep my
loneliness at bay.
Together, they cast a spell to satiate the
hunger, raging within.
Hurry on home my handsome prince.
The magic of our song, can only do so much
My heart still feel hollow without you around.
The rib, the potter took, misses its rightful place
at your side.
Florence
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Who Knew
Who knew that the heart,
could feel like a separate
entity, away from the body
Who knew that my heart,
could feel so stricken,
So in pain, and so dejected
all because of you
Who knew that my
heart could feel so
much ache at the
thought, of hurting you
Who knew that my heart
is so attached to you that,
hurting you could affect it
in such a way, it feels
alien even to me.
Who knew that my heart
would betray me, to fill my
chest with so much pain and
pull my head down so low,
to call out the tears I didn't
notice until too late
Who knew that hurting you
could shatter a heart that once
was mine, but now, belong to you
- Florence
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sometimes Music Say It Best (I)
Loving you in the words of Katie Melua
If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.
If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were a river I would swim you,
If you were a house I would live in you all my days.
If you were a preacher I'd begin to change my ways.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was in jail I know you'd spring me,
If I was a telephone you'd ring me all day long.
If I was in pain I know you'd sing me soothing songs.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was hungry you would feed me,
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light.
If I was a book I know you'd read me every night.
If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.
If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were a river I would swim you,
If you were a house I would live in you all my days.
If you were a preacher I'd begin to change my ways.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was in jail I know you'd spring me,
If I was a telephone you'd ring me all day long.
If I was in pain I know you'd sing me soothing songs.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was hungry you would feed me,
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light.
If I was a book I know you'd read me every night.
If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
Florence
Links
Katie Melua - Official website
Monday, May 31, 2010
I Love You
During childhood years of playing
Jacks, UNO, hopscotch and Connect 4,
The thought of boys turned us girls into blaring sirens:
“Ewwwww!” We proclaimed with great disdain.
For everyone knew that boys had cooties.
Yet, something about you illuminated. Before I could comprehend it,
my heart sang –
I love you.
I still remember the date and the place:
March twelfth. Two blocks from Carrollton and Canal Streets.
Beneath the cool shade of aging maple trees,
You kissed me – a teen apprehensive about her first kiss.
Warmed by your embrace and the silk of your tongue,
my body murmured,
I love you.
My quivering chin betrayed me.
Tears streamed forward, I could not believe you deceived me.
Your love was mine alone until I learned that it was not.
From shock to rage to anger to hate, you disappointed me.
We changed. Life changed. You returned ... love returned with you.
Forgiveness – I learned its meaning for all that we have been through,
I love you.
Ducks sailed along the pond as sunlight weaved moss-laced trees
To find us standing before family and friends but, most importantly,
Before God. We vowed to love each other as Christ so loves the Church.
Mistrust behind us, we emerged pure and unscathed.
Reminiscent of that first kiss but stronger, more assured.
On this day and forever more,
I love you.
We envisioned it together.
Along a jubilant parade route, within the pulse of the Crescent City,
We would raise our beautiful children. Just you, me, and the babies.
Anna, the first child, who lived and died in the womb.
The lucky one, Charles, wailed – announcing his arrival to the world.
We rejoiced. Rejoiced all three months of his life.
The others bear no names. Repeated loss. Our spirits could not sustain.
Even in those darkest days, through my tearful silence, I maintained:
I love you.
"Cancer," they said. I prayed.
“Why me?” you cried. Nevertheless I tried,
For it was as much your life as mine.
I caressed your cold hands and lay next to your frail body.
In your concave eyes, I saw the youthful boy and my mature groom.
The man that I loved, my love. So I prayed.
You recovered. My womb breathed life. This time
My husband and my baby survived. Surely,
I love you.
Kneeling upon the cold earth, I still feel you.
Do you see our Anthony, our beloved boy?
Tall like you, he is his father’s son.
We visit your grave not to grieve but to celebrate.
Life had not always been kind but blessed we were.
Separated by space and time, I cherish every moment of our lives.
My dear husband, my friend, my lover, my life, please know
I love you.
- Michelle
Reprinted from Straight Up Hudson
http://straightuphudson.blogspot.com/2010/02/32-day-writing-challenge-day-19.html
Jacks, UNO, hopscotch and Connect 4,
The thought of boys turned us girls into blaring sirens:
“Ewwwww!” We proclaimed with great disdain.
For everyone knew that boys had cooties.
Yet, something about you illuminated. Before I could comprehend it,
my heart sang –
I love you.
I still remember the date and the place:
March twelfth. Two blocks from Carrollton and Canal Streets.
Beneath the cool shade of aging maple trees,
You kissed me – a teen apprehensive about her first kiss.
Warmed by your embrace and the silk of your tongue,
my body murmured,
I love you.
My quivering chin betrayed me.
Tears streamed forward, I could not believe you deceived me.
Your love was mine alone until I learned that it was not.
From shock to rage to anger to hate, you disappointed me.
We changed. Life changed. You returned ... love returned with you.
Forgiveness – I learned its meaning for all that we have been through,
I love you.
Ducks sailed along the pond as sunlight weaved moss-laced trees
To find us standing before family and friends but, most importantly,
Before God. We vowed to love each other as Christ so loves the Church.
Mistrust behind us, we emerged pure and unscathed.
Reminiscent of that first kiss but stronger, more assured.
On this day and forever more,
I love you.
We envisioned it together.
Along a jubilant parade route, within the pulse of the Crescent City,
We would raise our beautiful children. Just you, me, and the babies.
Anna, the first child, who lived and died in the womb.
The lucky one, Charles, wailed – announcing his arrival to the world.
We rejoiced. Rejoiced all three months of his life.
The others bear no names. Repeated loss. Our spirits could not sustain.
Even in those darkest days, through my tearful silence, I maintained:
I love you.
"Cancer," they said. I prayed.
“Why me?” you cried. Nevertheless I tried,
For it was as much your life as mine.
I caressed your cold hands and lay next to your frail body.
In your concave eyes, I saw the youthful boy and my mature groom.
The man that I loved, my love. So I prayed.
You recovered. My womb breathed life. This time
My husband and my baby survived. Surely,
I love you.
Kneeling upon the cold earth, I still feel you.
Do you see our Anthony, our beloved boy?
Tall like you, he is his father’s son.
We visit your grave not to grieve but to celebrate.
Life had not always been kind but blessed we were.
Separated by space and time, I cherish every moment of our lives.
My dear husband, my friend, my lover, my life, please know
I love you.
- Michelle
Reprinted from Straight Up Hudson
http://straightuphudson.blogspot.com/2010/02/32-day-writing-challenge-day-19.html
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
As He Sleeps
clothed only in boxers yet naked still
lying outstretched
his true nature revealed
in slumber
bravado whisked away into the dark night
lost amid the reddish hue of his chestnut skin
i tremble at the thought of my accomplished knight
to spend a fortnight in his chiseled arms
is bliss
far more than passionate sex, he respects
my sex
embracing my tender womanhood
protecting me from foes of all vices
in his eyes i am honored
the recipient of his ardent kisses
the sage from which he seeks counsel
the storehouse for his innermost vulnerabilities
trusting me with his heart
of his being i am a part
my finger traces his soft lips –
searching his restful countenance –
for signs of forever
in this quiet moment
i finally have that for which my soul hungers:
a man who loves me
completely
incomplete as we are, we stand united against a cruel world
tonight there is only solace
my head lies upon his heaving chest
every beat of his heart resonates within me
comforting me, humbling me
for i truly love this man
unconditionally
- Michelle
lying outstretched
his true nature revealed
in slumber
bravado whisked away into the dark night
lost amid the reddish hue of his chestnut skin
i tremble at the thought of my accomplished knight
to spend a fortnight in his chiseled arms
is bliss
far more than passionate sex, he respects
my sex
embracing my tender womanhood
protecting me from foes of all vices
in his eyes i am honored
the recipient of his ardent kisses
the sage from which he seeks counsel
the storehouse for his innermost vulnerabilities
trusting me with his heart
of his being i am a part
my finger traces his soft lips –
searching his restful countenance –
for signs of forever
in this quiet moment
i finally have that for which my soul hungers:
a man who loves me
completely
incomplete as we are, we stand united against a cruel world
tonight there is only solace
my head lies upon his heaving chest
every beat of his heart resonates within me
comforting me, humbling me
for i truly love this man
unconditionally
- Michelle
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