Without honesty love is unstable. Without trust love is lost. I will not compromise my respect for your love. You can keep your love; I will keep my respect. I know my high worth. ~Just L (February 10, 2018, Goddess Wisdom)
Romantic Poetry
Being a hopeful romantic never leaves me hopeless.
Ever Swaying Me
Your words serve as a breather; Your voice a lullaby; Nothing sweeter. You soothe anything awry; Washing away anxiety; A full body sigh. Your laughter a beautiful symphony; You strike a major chord; Ever swaying me. ~Just L (February 9, 2018)
E’er Wooing Me Back
I have so many lovers. It is hard to keep track. France, Italy, Mexico, Belize; E'er wooing me back. Some are as warm as the sun. A few as cool as the sea breeze. Others are marble statues. More of a tease. A buffet of delight. They each have their taste. Spicy as Indian cardamom. … Continue reading E’er Wooing Me Back
I thank God for you everyday
I will never really know why you were drawn to pursue me. I mean beyond you saying I had positive energy. I am not sure why we met except to challenge each other on everything we have learned about love, life, and time. I am still attached to outcomes, and your "soon love" is not mine. … Continue reading I thank God for you everyday
Good Vibes
He and I are on the same frequency; He makes my toes curl. ~Just L (January 23, 2018)
Parched
My pink lips are chapped. A reflection of my current situation In an ocean full of water are my feet And I am parched as the desert without you ~Just L (January 14, 2018)
He Keeps Every One
He is a man of few words He keeps every one. ~Just L (December 15, 2017)
Our Angels Must’ve Talked
Don’t know how we found each other Our angels must’ve talked “She likes the moon” “He does, too” “He doesn’t trust many” “She only lets in a few” “She’s been hurt” “He’ll make her whole” “He’s had a hard life” “She’s a young soul” “She loves the river” “He’s not one for the sand” “He … Continue reading Our Angels Must’ve Talked
Never Were We
You are strange And strangely familiar Cool as a night swim In the deep blue sea Gentle as the breeze That brushes my cheek Warm as cashmere Genuinely soft Sinewy, but not hard To reach, that is Dark but not mysterious I see you clearly We are not strangers Never were we -Just L (November … Continue reading Never Were We
Armor is not Amore
The excitement of being ‘his’ faded when lights weren’t on him. In that space between stage-light and candlelight. This ate at me, but I couldn’t figure it out. Figured he, too, needed a safe retreat from the world. He was a typical friendly and popular figure. Atypically handsome, strong, and kind. He was the perfectly … Continue reading Armor is not Amore
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