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I Love You - (no need to blush)


On this dull day the Prince of Rudeness stared,
Tired of life for top of the tide he wished
Dreadfully sad, welcome, no one dared
Though as Prince of Rudeness his black robes swished.
'Rude Prince, poor's your prey that returns your gaze -
Three things I will tell you and they are true;
Beauty's not won by lust, let love amaze.
Thought filled statements will take effort from you -
Crude rude flattery is a below par art.
Finally, praise beauty without ends in mind.
All these are difficult, all require heart.
Stare at me Prince riding love's tide - love find.
How do I know? The Goddess of Love said
With sweet tones and turning away her head.'


What of her wisdom without her? dead thought
There where the soul should thrive, grow to full moon.
Her talent without her? night would be wraught
Where the good moon's gone and not to rise soon.
Her foot steps without her? beauty missing,
Bare feet that state freedom, comfort beat mould,
That grass and paths love pretty toes kissing
And moonlight would give away fullness bold
To play with them with poesy with the night.
What of the heart without her? Love would cry,
My poetry would die, words would wither white
And my heart would return to rivers dry.
But strong are good hearts with the moon's full will
To never be without light and love still.


Be not troubled when wished we were elsewhere,
On beaches of the world, bathing, baking
Seeming I'm bored - No! I'm dreaming - Beware!
We'll go there before we're famous, hiding
For great love, great talent must famous be!
But to dream away the moment of worth
Truly would be foolish - please chastise me.
To waste moments changing our place on earth
May be romantic but your eyes must win
Over every place on our planet plain.
Forgive me that I've dreams given by sin
Watching your hair, your womanhood - please blame.
Be not troubled when wished we were elsewhere -
The magic moment wasted will be rare.


If your love could knock on my door tonight,
Knowing no better spirit wings nor sighs
And the praise of my lips spends all their might
To capture the pure beauty that resides
Then kisses would waste no words tongue kissing -
Their poetry would surpass that of my hands
Yet still they'd fail to better hearts beating
Love's wonderful melody soul commands.
If your love could knock on my door tonight,
Eyes would dance, feet would touch lightly and well,
Smiles would make sounds, arms would ring circles-quiet
And pen with life of its own in love would dwell.
Thrive would love, never to leave such splendour
And poetry would never pause while sleep's poor.


If love's best measure were but cards and flowers
Then my day and night would have been dead-scored
For only past gifts can hands hold this hour
And treasured they are though with time they're flawed.
The best love measure's hard to show others
For might not my smile be made through long fame
At chess, with barbecues, raising brothers?
Believe me my smile near foolish, must blame
Not just your love but your beauty, your being.
Many, yet no card nor flowers came your way from me
For foolishly believe perhaps, I bring
A measure of love too much to buy, but free.
If love's best measure were but cards and flowers
Florists would have called on you far more hours!


I've never had this forever feeling,
I've never had such promise from friendship;
Before poor now rich, staid frowns smiles stealing;
Of my nothings you make something - with hip,
With breast heave and cleave, without tongue's sweetness
Yet your smiled words place poetry second place
And though heard by others, my ears hear best;
Your words water my words and fast's my pace.
How many men in mean one- night-love fall -
Mean forever but never find hearts twined?
How many twin hearts never hear forever's call?
Your beauty, my firebrand love have combined
Never to part, forever to feel trapped
In nothing short of timeless bliss we've mapped.


Go, Breasts of beauty, wonder and delight
And hide from eyes of men but you've been seen;
We like the sun have memories which fight
To surface to compete with present scenes.
The sun's rays would bend, men would travel miles
To be the light, to see the light bouncing,
Touching, colouring, warming you; we smile.
We have seen the curve that makes the sun sing,
Makes men fumble, makes them stumble and fall.
The sun is softer as his head lies there,
Men's heads do nod as their eyes rest their soul
And poets among them are worst with their stares.
Oh Breasts of beauty, wonder and delight
May thousands of words 'cept mine, fail mid-flight.


'Who has swum in your wide water, green, blue
In your time, never past your prime poetry?'
'Oh I have romanced man and woman few
Who have not touched more than words praised the sea.'
'What's your secret wide water, lovers' friend
So large, so moody, so peaceful today?'
'Oh I have touched Marilyn Monroe's bend,
Made emperors smile, bend the rules, splash and play.'
Could you wide water help me plan to woo
A most perfect princess with waves gentle? -
With you my chances are high, wet with you
As all who swim in you when sentimental.
Cover our touches from the eyes that sigh
While with perfection wet well, frolick I.'


No longer dream on that which can be yours
Than you will wake from love making with me
As nightmares do restore life from jaws
By flashing fears deeply felt less deeply.
If you dream, let it be not me tonight;
Dream of he who cannot be, for I can -
The poet whom you love whose words will not fright,
Though coax you from dreaming of your loved man.
Daydream no longer, grasp what's yours and hold.
May other poets have your dreams, you have me.
Read me, speak to me, kiss me, be more bold;
Our love grows with less dreams - more reality.
Though I admit my dreams will be missed,
Yet flesh will mock them nightly, 'twould be guessed!


Our words make love where some their words cross swords
And with your phrase, my phrase linked not left lone
They sin in wonderful ways, strike same chords
And lace speech patterns with wine's carefree tone.
Why shouldn't teasing lighten to then heighten
Without cruel undercut, the bond that builds?
Why should our silence speak so to offend?
Sweet nothings are well known love talk not shields.
Our words make love, no hidden thrusts, all smiles -
My phrase then your phrase, then my phrase chasing
Play with our lips, sparkle our eyes - no guiles;
Pure pleasures prolonged, colour our thinking.
As our words make love, bodies don't play dumb -
Most parts of me profess they're overcome.


Lady of Love, look dear looks, miss not swoons
Your lips sweet, speak of kisses yet to come.
Though my lips tell this body 'twill be moons
Thinking lips kissing makes mind weak for some
So lovely lady no sour smiles linger
Rather lips live fuller lives while ripening
And ponder equal sweets, equal ginger
Elsewhere, some walk from lips, with much running.
One should be sad with dilly dally
Yet I grow not impatient for I grow -
Filled with sweet love, sweetness of land and sea -
Sweetness of life swamps my poet wish to know.
Lady of Love, look dear looks, my wink's sad
But in poet's play for far from sad's this lad.


Be my love my love? and I'll be yours too,
Heart not lent, rather given with growth's might
To last, to be the last heart you will woo
Though the same heart, the same party loved heights.
Send me a lock of your hair is my dare
That this wizard-poet can cast spells of love
To hasten the union, hasten the tear
Away from earthly poor love with pain's shove.
Send me a kiss with sweet bliss on the day
That a poem in a daze I write showing
How a love kiss prevents war and dismay,
How a love kiss sets the heart-true singing.
Be my love my love? and I'll be yours too,
Heart not lent but given to make past lives new.

By David A. Doolan

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