Come My Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Come my Love 2Dans le Lit, le Baiser, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1892)

Come My Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Come my love to the comfort of my bed
Let me feel the tenderness of your flesh
Where not a single word needs to be said

In a moment our worries we shall shed
I’m the vine to the tree eager to mesh
Come my love to the comfort of my bed

Your fire into my heart I will embed
Kisses from your lips soon to give a rush
Where not a single word needs to be said

Into another world we shall now sled
A time for our passions to replenish
Come my love to the comfort of my bed

Your touch to be intoxicating med
Giving feelings not wanting to finish
Where not a single word needs to be said

Thoughts of you forever inside my head
Desiring your love always to be fresh
Come my love to the comfort of my bed
Where not a single word needs to be said

Violets, Sweet Violets, a poem by Robert Sieczkiewicz

Violets Sweet Violets

Violets, Sweet Violets, John William Godward (1908)

Violets, Sweet Violets, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Violets, sweet violets thee I hold
You say my lover ever to be true
An omen of truth before days of old
Yet I be blue, a blue darker than you

From me there shall be no dowry given
Material wealth passed family by
How true can it be his heart I have won
Violets, sweet violets tell me why

Breathing in your spoken heavenly scent
My yearning heart floats like the summer wind
Dreaming of the love message you have sent
Violets, sweet violets love did find

Deep love shall break traditions of the past
Violets, sweet violets love will last