Let's Talk About Love # 12 Over-looked and Under-rated

 

The intimacy of being

Completely understood

Is far too often overlooked

And under-rated

Hold me darling,

Not in your arms

But in the gentle smile

Of understanding

The warmth of your gaze

Coupled with two words

‘I know’ are ecstasy unequaled

And contentment unrivaled

Then I am ready to hear

Those other words

I love you, I want you

I need you

Janet~

I'm looking for a certain poem and finding some I've long-forgotten...

Let's Talk About Love #11

Love is a dialogue

Not simply of lips

But of heart-whispered wishes

  And fingertips

We live our moments

With immutable choice

For the heart moves the hand

Thus, the hand is our voice

Can we teach the heart

The law of the head

Or are words mere distraction

To what really is said?

Come closer, my darling

I long to convey

Without word-diversion

What I need to say

© Janet Martin

After a discussion with my son on how the hand often speaks more loudly than the mouth because we are known by what we do and not only what we say, I decided to put a romantic twist on that train of thought;) 'tis the season!

Let's Talk About Love # 10 A 'heart' re-run

I cannot get         enough of you

The shape   of your words

Or your silence teases,

Pleases me, and oh my 

darling, while others fuss

over love’s inadequacies

I smile because

I just can’t get

enough

Of

Us 

 

 

Janet~

Let's Talk About Love # 9

 

There is no pride in love

No selfish vanity

To find its pure fulfillment

We must seek humility

There is no fear in love

And as it freely pours

It never empties but instead

Increases more and more

There is no guilt in love

But its vile tempter, lust

Will sully faultless purity

And rob the heart of trust

There is no greed in love

Nor self-sought indulgence

Yet Love succors our deepest need

In wondrous recompense

There is no loss in love

Its call, our greatest debt

The more we give to fellowman

The more and more we get

© Janet Martin

Ah, Winter Eventide

Ah, winter eventide

How soft and blue you throw

Across the countryside

Your cloak upon the snow

And where the afternoon

Laughed from a sun-swept sky

You spill in solemn swoon

A sleepy lullaby

How tenderly you fold

This day into its cot

Taking noon, bold and gold

And turning it to thought

As skylines disappear

Beneath your navy shawl

You draw across this sphere

A moody madrigal

The scuffs upon your cuff

Are brushed into the air

You sigh, ‘it is enough’

And kiss our weary care

Then like a matron kind

You gather to your breast

That which we leave behind

And tuck this day to rest

© Janet Martin

I was going to tell the guy I baby-sit for that it’s so nice for him to be able to pick up his boys while it is still daylight, but somewhere between supper and after supper it grew dark without my noticing it…6:00 being quite light and shortly after 6:30 it is DARK!

Let's Talk About Love # 8 Perfect

I tried to find another word

To tell you how I feel

One not so plain and often heard

Yet genuine and real

I tried to find a word to tell

These fathoms in my soul

Vocabulary that could spell

In one word, living’s Whole

…but when I weighed your soft-half grin

And heart-parts where you let me in

The kind contentment in your sigh

Wonder that dwarfs time’s little sky

The second look and second mile

Forgiveness uttered in a smile

Of things ancient yet ever new

Life’s proof of what is good and true

…then,

When I tried to compensate

With lesser word something so great

I failed for one cannot improve

On these four letters which spell: Love

© Janet Martin

Let's Talk about Love #7 A Prayer...

 

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder

As you see me on my knees

Do you ever tire of hearing

My repeated worn-out pleas?

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder

When I think of what we owe

How is it that a Father

Could still love each sinner so?

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder

At your Love so full and free

Yet it seems that far too often

I rely on what I see

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder

Then within Love’s trust I seek

To pour upon your shoulder

Repetition; I am weak

© Janet Martin

You know...those things you've prayed for, for years yet cannot bear the thought of not praying for it?...

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7

Thursday Thoughts on Love

Accusation, keeping score

Fuels a sad and endless war

Forgiveness and faith will prove

The enduring fort of love

***

Give and take

Take and give

Live and love

Love and live!

***

I blush at the thought

Of writing

A Love Poem

Because it is hard

And I wish it weren’t

So tattered

And splattered

…our Postcard

***

Red is the color of love, my love

Red hearts, red wine, red rose

Red hands and feet nailed to a tree

Where red redemption flows

***

Wasted; those wishes

Shaped but never shared

Thought-script is futile

If left un-bared

***

Bear with compassion

Love’s high and its low

For it is simply

By God’s grace we go

***

Double-edged voice

Love’s experience

Offers both ammunition

And benevolence

***

What is this thing we can never give too much of

or ever get enough?

Ah yes, it can only be one thing;

Love

***

 It is nothing to part

With the flesh-desire

Of things

Clutched in our grasp

It is everything when the heart

Is on holy-fire

And sings

A love song fingers cannot clasp

***

Everything is nothing

And never enough

If we choose life’s pilferage

Over Love

***

Love bears all things

Believes all things

It hopes all things

Endures

Ah, to walk side by side

In love

Our happiness

Secures

***

We ought to love

As Christ loved us

In all things

Love is Chief

We cannot love

As Christ loved us

Yet live in

Unbelief

 ***

Love is a life-long journey we climb

Borne not in ages

But one

Step

At

A

Time

***

We choose red wine, sweet chocolate, a rose
Candle-light dinner, soft music, nice clothes
We choose things of comfort, delightful and new
 In our best efforts to say, ‘I love you’

He chose a crown made of thorns, not the rose
Some nails and a cross are the symbols He chose

Clad in His blood, pierced, suffering, He cried
“Father, forgive them,” then... He died

***

There is a part of me

That moves to thought-command

Its practical decree

Flows from my head to hand

But oh, the vexing bliss

Of passion's darling part

I can’t control the kiss

That re-directs my heart

***

Learn this lesson

And learn it well

To love is Heaven

To lust is hell

***

Lust takes

Love gives

Lust lies

Love is truth

Lust desires

Love serves

Lust wounds

Love heals

Lust craves

Love fulfills

Lust preys

Love prays

Lust flatters

Love praises

Lust deceives

Love abides

Lust demands

Love is patient

Lust shackles

Love frees

Lust is weakness

Love is strength

Lust dies

Love lives!

***

Sometimes love is spoken most deeply

Not by what we say

but what we could say

...and didn't

***

Sigh...

I think it will take a lifetime

Oh, how can it be?

Love, though old as Adam

Is still a Mystery

Have a Love-ly Day!

© Janet Martin