Dreaming Man, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Man SleepingThe Sleeping Man, Carolus Duran (1861)

Dreaming Man

The warm dusk embraced them, they dine and dance
Soon darkness took them under her soft wing
Strolling hand in hand, the start of romance
In the other’s loving smile was basking

Neither to be the first to say good night
Both know their evening has come to an end
They were only one step from out of sight
A red rose to him did she quickly send

He breathed in the rose then gave it a kiss
Studying its petals he’s in a trance
Now fully in the loving state of bliss
With heavy eyes gave the rose one last glance

She is the only one he will adore
His dream ruined by a knock on the door

 

Reading, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

ReadingReading, Leopold Franz Kowalsky (c. 1900)

Reading

My way to you is a carpet of green
You upon it making my view serene
A gentle face greets me that is pristine
That is the most beautiful to be seen

Parting pages, returning to your book
Taking on a pretending childish look
Pure as the water of a babbling brook
This hankering heart you easily shook

Studying you intently, I respire
Each passing moment increasing desire
Your sudden attention I now require
Without your tenderness I’ll soon expire

On the lush green grass we now softly roll
An undying love for you I extol

 

Demophoön and Phyllis, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tree of Forgiveness

The Tree of Forgiveness, Edward Burne-Jones (1882)

Demophoön and Phyllis, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Pledged to return as thee sailed with the wind
Daily watch the tides waiting thy return
My love for thee promised not to rescind
A lonely heart for thy caress does yearn

Now a hemlock brew do I quickly drink
To rid my heart of a tremendous pain
No mental strength to balance on the brink
Chain I cut, yet love of thee will remain

Have taken pity for my foolish deed
The Gods have now returned me as a tree
It is with your touch that I shall be freed
To again give unfettered love to thee

Fear not confusing words, caress me now
To seal our love expressed in earnest vow

 

Morning Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Morning KissRomeo and Juliet, Frank Dicksee (1884)

Morning Kiss

Each morning I climb a dangerous vine
In search of the fair maiden Juliet
Her sweet kiss is my daring aim to get
A sign our hearts continue to align
That forever her love is only mine
Lovers joined our hungry lips do we set
The dangers of this kiss does she opine

My Love is no choice for us to linger
Though I sorrow each moment we’re apart
Hold me for a second more then must go
Dare not be caught within my bed chamber
Cold steel surely would meet your heated heart
Together we will die my Romeo

 

Melancholy Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Melancholy LoveHead of a Girl, Ford Madox Brown (n.d.)

Melancholy Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

You are as distant as the yellow moon
So tense, fearful that you are apt to swoon
Oh to see what’s going on in your head
Desiring to provide you quick relief
But not sure if you’re hiding sullen grief
Or issue of the longing heart instead

My guess, it must be a question of love
At your age what else to be thinking of
But if love why are you melancholy
Love is meant to bring great joy to the heart
Each lover declaring never to part
If there be no trust there’ll no eternity

 

White Lilacs, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

White LilacsLe lilas blanc, Jean-François Portaels (n.d.)

The White Lilacs

The lushness of the early morning air
Breathing, filling lungs with scent of lilac
Into the shadowed lilac grove I stare
A vision of perfect beauty stares back

In my chest beats a golden tympani
As the sun seeks out her flawless beauty
With a smile a lilac she offers me
So close to her I turn into putty

Reaching out to gently touch her soft face
Studying the wetness of perfect lips
With a hungry eagle’s eyes I slowly trace
Her lips of dew I do take in small sips

She now accepts me in total embrace
There isn’t desire to leave our loving place

 

Thoughts on Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Thoughts on LoveHer eyes are with her thoughts and they are far away,
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema(1897)

Thoughts on Love

Doth birth of love have a special season
I seek comforting warmth from love’s feeling
But being shunned I know not the reason
Thinking that I am not unappealing

Is it forces as the moon rules the sea
And changing winds control the ships of sail
How may I change forces I cannot see
To carve a path so that love may prevail

The Fates shall not control my destiny
For I wish to call on my own free will
Should love appear shall not hastily flee
Shall embrace it gently with fulsome thrill

But by the winds true love be blown my way
Without regret to the Fates I shall pray