Lovers’ Song, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lovers' SongLovers’ Song, Federico Andreotti (1876)

Lovers’ Song

Night is so young and love has just begun
Sit here my fair lady while I perform
Singing soft words to make our love burgeon
With the desire to create a firestorm
Rose thou holds place gently beneath thy nose
To my heart an image of what thou art
Thou sweeter and softer than any rose
This feeling in my heart shall never part

Bow glides slowly across my violin
Like the summer wind through thy angel hair
To rest my bow and touch thy tender skin
Thy pure beauty knowing none that compare
The candle has now become very short
Come my love and gently retire with me
To a dreamland thy heart I will transport
Singing a lovers’ song written for thee

 

Love’s Summer Day, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love's Summer DayThe Lovers, Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1875)

Love’s Summer Day

The soft summer breeze wrestles with the leaves
Putting at ease our thoughts with its perfume
Discomfort of our stresses it relieves
Its natural elation we consume

Eager business of the dapple sunlight
Moves about like fluttering butterflies
Pausing for a moment then taking flight
Any attempt of capture it defies

Listen to the summer songs of the birds
Their melody provides such great pleasure
We smile searching for the suitable words
Their golden voices are living treasure

Time passes as the trees shadows grow long
Is now the nightingale who sings its song

 

Dance toward Spring, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Elisabeth Sonrel - Dance Toward Spring (1904)

Elisabeth Sonrel, Dance toward Spring (1904)

Dance toward Spring

Wild woolly winter with its nasty chill,
Not as daunting as it may first appear.
Many times when it provides quite a thrill,
Especially when with those who are dear.

New fallen snow such a beautiful sight,
As it lays silent, to feel crisp clear air.
Calling for banking the fire for the night,
And a blanket with a love one to share.

There are days when the cold teases the skin,
And moments when it slashes as a lance.
Be brave shrug it off with a thoughtful grin.
Keep warm holding love one close as you dance.

Continue to dance all the winter long,
Soon it will be time to sing a spring song.