Missing Her, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Missing Her

Missing Her

Has been a fortnight since last together.
The emptiness I feel inflicts such pain.
There is no purpose to life without her.
My jumbled thoughts creating mental strain.

Foolishly thought composing a letter,
To her telling of how much she is missed.
The words did not make me any better,
Crushed thinking my lips needed to be kissed.

There can be no replacement for her touch.
The excitement transmitted by her kiss,
Or the calmness sent by her tender clutch.
These are but two of the feelings I miss.

How I long for her to be by my side,
It is she who makes me complete inside.

Dare Not Open My Eyes, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dare Not Open My Eyes

 

Dared Not Open My Eyes

The morning mystic maze of memories
Float as fog softly across calm waters
In the recesses of my laggard mind
Taking a form of silent silhouettes

There was me, there was she, stepping forward
(Such a rush, I dared not open my eyes)
Into the room, the door closed behind us
I turn to her, she turns to me slowly

I looked into her eyes, she looked in mine
We were frozen for a moment in time
While our hearts were sharing loving feelings
I leaned into her, she leaned into me

Such a rush, I dared not open my eyes
Her static energy fully absorbed
As if I were a naked lightning rod
Causing this burning heart to hesitate

Such a rush, I dared not open my eyes
Grabbing my chest, was it death I was near
For how could being in love cause such pain
Was this just a dream or a memory?

 

The Loving Cup, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Loving Cup

The Loving Cup, Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1867)

The Loving Cup

From her loving cup do I gladly drink.
Contents requires no aphrodisiac.
Single taste takes me to euphoric brink.
A drop on my tongue there’s no turning back.

Fragrance in the cup devoids my senses.
Putty am I in the hand that feeds me,
Yet a feeling that there are no fences,
No darting impulse this amour to flee.

Between both hands holding her loving cup,
As insurance it will not get away.
For hour upon hour will wantonly sup.
Desire be no reason to ever stray.

To infinity she be my Hebe,
Her cup as the moon has captured this sea.

Love-fire that Burns Inside My Head, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love-fire Inside My Head

Love-fire that Burns Inside My Head

There’s a love-fire that burns inside my head
Trespassing on every thought that passes
My mind is now a tangled ball of yarn
Only able to weave pictures of you

How will I be able to stay alive
Only thoughts of you I cannot survive
Confusion festers from lack of answers
For it’s unknown how you really feel

So much laughter in the moments we share
But when I get to close you run away
Taking with you my weakened tortured heart
Leaving me so helpless on life support

Should final darkness fill my mind this night
Will go willingly, a smile on my face
Knowing that I had found a special love
Though it was never given in return

Eyes, the Pathway to the Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Eyes the Pathway to the Heart

Eyes, the Pathway to the Heart

Love to study your eyes in the day light
Twinkling coded messages that they send
Even you cannot keep them from my sight
Like crystal balls the future they portend

Does not matter that your eyes are sky blue
Only determined by what’s felt inside
Looking at you can see your heart be true
For your eyes glow when fully opened wide

Come very close and look into my eyes
Follow the path deeply into my heart
Can you now see that it wears no disguise
Can you see a reason we’d ever part

In loving the eyes have so much to say
A special look many hearts they can sway

 

 

Lover’s Leap, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lover's Leap

Lover’s Leap

Standing on the edge of a massive chasm
So deep is it that I can hear my voice
Vibrating nervously off the bottom
Dearly wondering if I have a choice

What is cherished stands on the other side
Action not taken soon shall be too late
The wild fire burning across will have died
There is not a reason to hesitate

Should I vault and my distance come up short
Will ever rest in peace on the chasm floor
If cowardly there shall be no retort
Either way have lost the one I adore

Love doesn’t always provide a bridge to cross
Chances need taking or suffer love’s loss