Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

DreamsFlaming June, Frederic Leighton (1895)

Dreams

The sun has risen but dream as you may
Leave labors of work for another day
Hope your dreams be filled with the thoughts of me
As the many nights my dreams be of you
Praying that all my dreams may soon come true
That you may know my love forever be

Affixed by your beauty am much beguiled
Cuddled as a kitten or little child
But the facts bear that you are a woman
Whose tender touch shall eagerly await
Knowing this desire for you shant abate
Hoping my love you are never to shun

 

The Breakfast, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The BreakfastThe Breakfast, Edward McGregor Paxton (1911)

The Breakfast

That paper might as well a brick wall be
Our hearts are now so distantly apart
This small table like the world’s largest sea
Not sure that a path exists to his heart

Now I share a bed with a lump of coal
Moving close to create some body heat
His response is the other side to roll
I am left with only my two cold feet

So willing to offer myself to him
To show that I remain his eager wife
But appears that chances are mighty slim
There will be melting passion in our life

Our lives now not as was our wedding night
Only with the light on is my night bright

Pleasant Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Pleasant DreamsPleasant Dreams, Emma Sandys (1876)

Pleasant Dreams

Holding thy love letter so tenderly
Closing my eyes so that thee I may see
Thou art here smiling majestically
Yet my heart aches for I’m not touching thee

Darkness has been my companion for hours
I have reread thy words less I forget
Those beautiful words of love that is ours
Under my pillow thy letter will set

Clutching my pillow as if it were true
My heart is not to be easily fooled
Thy scent on its pillowcase makes me blue
But touch thy letter desire refueled

Thy absence exciting thoughts can provide
Knowing that our hearts together are tied

 

Scarred Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Scarred HeartThe Black Brunswicker, John Everett Millais (1860)

Scarred Heart

My love there is no need you to explore
The human misery that comes with war
Bodies strewn upon a cold earthen floor
While love ones’ hearts wear an eternal scar

Why the chance that you may soon lose your life
Shall there be such a personal reward
Greater than for us to be man and wife
The thought it possible my heart is charred

Can there be for you a love more than I
Gave to you what can but be given once
With a love meant never to say goodbye
Love for you is of greatest salience

There is but bloody hell beyond this door
Destined am I to see you nevermore

 

Snowdrops, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Snow DropsBlanzifiore, Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1873)

Snowdrops

In my lonely heart it remains winter
It is you who can break this darkened spell
If into my heart your love will enter
Providing much warmth, the cold you’ll expel

This tender flower a symbol of you
The snowdrop so frail yet with much power
Able to conquer the snow, pushing through
Destroys winter, being spring’s first flower

Beauty in its display of purity
It whiteness shall shine bright into the night
As the vastness of your inner beauty
Making your presence a loving delight

My heart given freely at your command
From this day to go forward hand in hand

Thoughtful Moment, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Thoughtful MomentA Thoughtful Moment, Leonardo Gasser (1871)

Thoughtful Moment

Standing here before you as if a tree
With these limbs a deep desire to caress
A woman of endless beauty I see
Whose heart am seeking permanent access

Your stare makes me wonder what you may think
Oh the aching pain when you act this way
Rigid piercing blue eyes that fail to blink
Why is it a must to keep me at bay

Do you not have the feelings that I do
Roaring fire of desire that burns inside
Chance to show every day that love be true
The rules of love forever to abide

Should you not accept the message I send
Shall part but love you to my very end

 

Precious Keepsake, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Precious ObjectPrecious Keepsake, Federico Andreotti (n.d.)

Precious Keepsake

His mind and body are agedly weak
Yet each day eagerly tends to his sheep
Each night takes a precious box to his seat
And rocks in rhythm until he falls asleep
The key to the box hangs around his neck
Not known the last when it was in the lock
Years passed since anyone bothers to check
For his only company is his flock

Is he an old miser hoarding his gold
To him can there be something more precious
His lips tight as a clam and never told
People of the past asked and left anxious
He is now dead leaving me box and key
Nothing included on how to dispose
In my rocker with box upon my knee
Key in hand listening to his echoes