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“You and the Muse” – a poem

You and the Muse

There are few things in this chaotic world that make total sense to me.

Two, in fact, which I can name right now…

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Often it feels like I’m a mere pawn on the chessboard of life.

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Some choices are strategic; others are left to chance.

A few are mistakes one would rather forget.

There’s so much about all of it we can’t control.

The sun will rise and set regardless of what we do.

There are few parts of life I can totally rely on.

Two, in fact…

You and the muse.

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As you held me in your arms last night,

with your perfect embrace and your scent in my nose,

I had to fight back tears.

It wasn’t sadness which moved me.

Instead, it was a sense that everything was right.

Very few things in life make sense to me.

But you and our deep connection?

I’ve never been more definite about anything in my life.

We’re meant to be…

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Then there’s the muse.

Writing is a drive inside me,

an unstoppable force.

The story calls, demanding to be told.

The characters live for a reason,

 and I live to get those interpretations on the page.

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But I live for you too.

I’d be lost without you,

my soul mate,

my best friend,

my lover.

My lover and the muse…

two constants I can’t do without.

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There are times when the pressures of life get to be too much,

when stressors drag me down.

Then the muse inspires me to tell a tale,

to explore the human condition.

But you…

You inspire me to keep dreaming,

to keep loving you and every moment we spend together.

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The truth is you are my muse.

My eternal muse.

You and the muse are the same.

And I’d be very little without you,

my love.

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© 2016, Marie Lavender.

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“The Other Side of Our Dreams” – a poem

The Other Side of Our Dreams

 

Do you sleep?

Do you dream?

At night, do you sleep in hopes of meeting me when you wake?

Do you dream, dream of me the way I dream of you?

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Do you pray?

Do you pray you’ll see my face? To hold me tight?

Because I think of you every night…

Every day, of course, but each night many times before I sleep.

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It’s not because I’m lonely.

When the day’s demands are winding down, the night gets so quiet you can only hear your heartbeat, the soft thump aligned with crickets humming in the darkness.

I think of you, imagine your face, your voice blessing me, your arms surrounding me.

I don’t think of you because I’m lonely and I need someone, just anyone.

You’re in my thoughts, always.

You’re the missing part of me I didn’t know about until I found you.

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You’re everything to me…

My friend, my lover, my soul mate, all wrapped up in one fine package.

Even without the trappings, I would’ve known you were the one.

Our hearts still would have called to each other.

We’ve always been this connected.

On a night like this, with the wind whipping around the house and the moon so bright, it’s hard not to think of you, to feel you afar.

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I’ll give you this other thought before I sleep…

Keep thinking, dreaming, praying, my love.

We’ll both slumber and find one another again, beyond our dreams, beyond time even.

Because this?

This is forever, and that’s more than enough for me.

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POETRY: Romance Themed Winner – Empress of the Universe!

I have some pretty exciting news! I just found that I won the ‘I Love You’ themed poetry contest on Poetry Universe on Facebook! Yay! 😀

I thought it was fun and worth mentioning, and apropos for the I Love Romance Blog here. LOL.

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Here is my winning poem for the theme of “I LOVE YOU”:

 

Yearning

 

The moon over this cool night appears lonely,

its solo, pale white disc yearning for another,

perhaps even for its fiery opposite which rises each dawn.

 

I imagine the moon is a bit like me tonight,

somewhat heartsick,

waiting for a hand to hold.

You see, I yearn for you like no other.

A thousand years could pass and I’d still want you,

need you,

love you.

This isn’t some temporary fling.

This is real, and I can’t stop this yearning within.

 

I know regardless of what I do,

what I accomplish,

how I laugh or cry,

I’ll still want you by my side.

That’s my unspoken vow.

 

We’ve expressed our feelings many times,

marveled at the deep connection between us,

but I don’t think you understand how much you make me whole,

on fire,

alive,

fearless even.

 

Without you, I know I’d try to dig deep,

I’d do my best to survive,

I might even accomplish something.

But life would be duller,

a part of me missing,

yearning for you,

waiting to find you once more in another life.

And even if I had never met you,

well, I’d still search for you like a time traveler who’s lost his way.

 

When we met, I found the mate of my soul,

my counterpart, so to speak.

Maybe I took time to admit it, and I love you for being so patient,

but the moment we met…

 

It was fate.

The stars brought us together that night,

sought to align us like a constellation,

two halves of a whole.

For I knew even then,

strolling and talking for hours so easily,

a conversation that had no end and somehow began like the echo of an old song,

I knew this was different,

special.

 

I know now that night after night,

I’ll still gaze up at this brilliant moon and still yearn for you,

time endlessly passing…

but the heart doesn’t care for trivialities.

 

I know if I bide my time,

perhaps in a few days,

maybe next week,

even if a month has passed,

before I know it,

you’ll be at my door,

and I’ll be in your warm arms again,

absorbed by your love.

 

I have this ring that speaks my promise,

the symbol that is solely ours.

And I have you in my heart.

Your voice over the phone is some comfort.

The little notes you send are evidence of how you feel.

We talk like old friends,

we always have.

 

But still, I’ll yearn.

And I won’t be whole until you’re here, my head cradled against your heart.

And I won’t be complete until we say the vows that make us one.

Until then, my love,

I will wait.

I will yearn,

until our eyes and hearts meet again…

 

© Marie Lavender, 2016.

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“Yearning” – a poem

Yearning

The moon over this cool night appears lonely,

its solo, pale white disc yearning for another,

perhaps even for its fiery opposite which rises each dawn.

Bonnybbx, Pixabay, 2014.

I imagine the moon is a bit like me tonight,

somewhat heartsick,

waiting for a hand to hold.

Takmeomeo, Pixabay, 2014.

Takmeomeo, Pixabay, 2014.

You see, I yearn for you like no other.

A thousand years could pass and I’d still want you,

need you,

love you.

This isn’t some temporary fling.

This is real, and I can’t stop this yearning within.

Alejandra Quiroz, Unsplash.

Alejandra Quiroz, Unsplash.

I know regardless of what I do,

what I accomplish,

how I laugh or cry,

Bells Design, Gratisophraphy. Creative Commons.

Bells Design, Gratisophraphy. Creative Commons.

I’ll still want you by my side.

Unsplash, Pixabay, 2016.

Unsplash, Pixabay, 2016.

That’s my unspoken vow.

We’ve expressed our feelings many times,

marveled at the deep connection between us,

but I don’t think you understand how much you make me whole,

on fire,

alive,

fearless even.

Charlie Hang, Unsplash.

Charlie Hang, Unsplash.

Without you, I know I’d try to dig deep,

I’d do my best to survive,

I might even accomplish something.

But life would be duller,

a part of me missing,

yearning for you,

waiting to find you once more in another life.

And even if I had never met you,

well, I’d still search for you like a time traveler who’s lost his way.

Mathias Herheim, Unsplash.

Mathias Herheim, Unsplash.

When we met, I found the mate of my soul,

my counterpart, so to speak.

Maybe I took time to admit it, and I love you for being so patient,

but the moment we met…

It was fate.

The stars brought us together that night,

sought to align us like a constellation,

Ryan Hutton, Unsplash.

Ryan Hutton, Unsplash.

two halves of a whole.

For I knew even then,

strolling and talking for hours so easily,

a conversation that had no end and somehow began like the echo of an old song,

I knew this was different,

special.

Antranias, Pixabay, 2015.

Antranias, Pixabay, 2015.

I know now that night after night,

I’ll still gaze up at this brilliant moon and still yearn for you,

colibri5, Pixabay, 2015.

colibri5, Pixabay, 2015.

time endlessly passing…

but the heart doesn’t care for trivialities.

I know if I bide my time,

perhaps in a few days,

maybe next week,

even if a month has passed,

before I know it,

you’ll be at my door,

and I’ll be in your warm arms again,

absorbed by your love.

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I have this ring that speaks my promise,

the symbol that is solely ours.

Scott Webb, Unsplash.

Scott Webb, Unsplash.

And I have you in my heart.

Your voice over the phone is some comfort.

The little notes you send are evidence of how you feel.

We talk like old friends,

we always have.

But still, I’ll yearn.

And I won’t be whole until you’re here, my head cradled against your heart.

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And I won’t be complete until we say the vows that make us one.

Until then, my love,

I will wait.

I will yearn,

until our eyes and hearts meet again…

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© Marie Lavender, 2016.

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“Home” – a poem

Home

 

In your arms I am home,

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all concerns escape my mind.

The warmth of your body calms me,

the light in your eyes a balm for any fears.

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In your arms I am free,

I don’t have to play any roles as I do at other times during the day,

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Daughter,

Sister…

Instead I am me,

only me,

and that appears to be all you need.

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In your arms I’ve found my solace,

my comfort from all worries,

a place to retreat to when the world gets too hard.

Your heart is the place I rest,

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and it strengthens me for the next challenge I face.

In your arms I know what home means,

what love means.

You’ve taught me so much,

how to love deeply,

without limits,

how to take risks on the important things.

I can do anything.

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You’ve even taught me that the simplest things can make you happy.

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In your arms I’ve found the one place I belong,

even with my oddities you still seem to get me and ask for nothing in return.

But I get you too,

and I’d have it no other way.

In your arms I am at peace,

our quiet breaths calm me,

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the heat of your touch surrounds me,

our heartbeats in unison a panacea to all ills.

In your arms I want to be nowhere else.

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This is the heart I belong to,

the lips I was born to kiss,

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the arms I was made to stand within.

This love is infinite,

lasting lifetimes.

At the same time, it’s simple and there’s only one way to describe our connection.

Call it fate,

even call it serendipity that we stumbled across each other years ago.

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And yet, it’s more…

In your arms I am,

and will always be,

irrevocably,

forever yours,

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ever at peace,

infinitely belonging,

and most of all…

In your arms I am,

at last,

home.

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“A Language of Our Own” – a poem

A Language of Our Own

Checking the minutes as they tick away on the clock,

my belly tightening in anticipation,

I try to keep myself busy.

Sometimes I still feel like that girl again –

when everything was new, the excitement was maddening –

I don’t think one can ever get used to it entirely.

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Gravel crunching outside,

my heart speeds up and I wonder…

Could it be?

Footsteps come up the walk and I open the door.

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It’s you, the reason I have for breathing, for being –

I was made for you.

I’ve known in my soul forever, it seems.

We kiss and embrace.

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In your arms, the world feels right once more,

everything is brighter,

more beautiful.

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My heart yearns deeply for you.

We look at each other then.

Sometimes words aren’t necessary.

I know when you’re worried or sad, even happy.

I can see the affection in your eyes.

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When you tell me how you love me,

the words are stronger because I can see you mean them.

We speak in a language of our own.

Even on a normal day,

when we chat on the phone,

or relate so well in person,

we have our own language

It’s always been this way, since the first day we met.

Our camaraderie is easy,

perfect.

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Even when we argue,

we come back to each other as equals.

Our bond is everything,

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our union sacred,

our future forever.

We don’t need words,

but when we use them,

our laughter tells it all,

our private jokes,

the silliness,

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the secrets and dreams we share.

It’s something no one understands –

our bond – yet it’s impossible to explain.

It just is,

like the way we breathe,

we just are.

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We belong together,

we grow closer all the time,

more than friends,

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far more than lovers.

We are soul mates,

two people who share a deep connection.

Nothing can break us.

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I don’t need words to say ‘I love you’.

I mean it with every breath I draw,

every moment I think of you through the day.

I feel it deep inside,

a part of me,

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an ache for you that never eases.

I need you close to fill the void.

And all I have to do is gaze into your beautiful, hazel eyes.

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Then you can see my heart.

For it’s yours…

it has always been.

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And you don’t need to say anything,

I can see it on your face.

That’s right, love.

We have a language of our own…

and it’s perfect.

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Yay! I won a poetry contest!

So, I just wanted to pop in here and inform you that I won the 2015 PnPAuthors Contest for poetry! My winning poem, “Lovers Like Us”, ended up in an anthology with the other participants, but I got the first page. How awesome is that? 😉

Poets & Writers in Action is comprised of both poetry and short stories. A few other writers that made it into the anthology were Deepak Menon, Robin White, Terry Gilbert, Raven Wilkie, Vinita Singh, and several more.

The book was published on May 10th on Lulu and Amazon, and it looks something like this:

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Yay! What a proud moment! You can read all of our works in the anthology. I hope you get a chance to check it out! 🙂

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“In Your Arms” – a poem

In Your Arms

In your arms I’ve found my place,

I can finally breathe,

learn to let go of some of life’s stressors.

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In your arms I am at peace,

the world melts away until it’s only us,

our quiet breaths,

our shared connection,

only you and me and nothing else matters,

your caressing hand a sign of your affection,

the loving look in your hazel eyes.

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In your arms I am free,

I can be more,

more than I ever thought possible,

I can try new things,

be stronger.

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In your arms I find you to be a healer,

you cleaned up the messes the others left,

you sealed my wounds until I was whole again.

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In your arms I’ve found my purpose,

the reason we always thought this was destined,

two souls so alike at the core yet different in other ways,

needing a kindred to feel complete.

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In your arms there’s nothing I can’t do,

no limits I can’t surpass,

in your arms anything is possible.

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In your arms I find safety like no other,

I can breathe deep,

knowing you’ll always keep me close and never hurt me,

my trust is implicit.

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In your arms…

I am home.

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“Your Kiss” – a poem

Your Kiss

 

Your kiss is powerful,

it can be sweet and slow,

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it can be quick like a greeting,

or it can be tender and affectionate.

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It can be full of emotion,

it can lift my spirits,

or make me drown until I’m not quite sure where I am

but I’m so lost in the moment,

unable to break the connection.

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Your kiss makes me feel like I’m flying.

Your kiss can comfort me,

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or it can wake desire within.

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Your kiss is a drug, the most powerful I know.

And when we’re apart,

I miss your lips like I’d miss a limb if it wasn’t around,

because you’re a part of me.

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Most of all, your kiss comes from you, the keeper of my soul,

and I can’t get enough of it.

Your kiss is just a small part of our bond,

but it’s still everything to me.

And so are you.

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© Marie Lavender, 2015.

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“Lovers Like Us” – a poem

Lovers Like Us

From the window the stars in the sky seem to mock me,

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the walls in here are too close,

wanting in this night,

yearning for your arms,

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craving your soul next to mine,

                                   but lovers who hate goodbyes will always stay true…

Remembering your kiss,

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the kind that can change from sweet to wild at any moment,

recalling your hands upon my skin,

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a fire that is never fully quenched.

Lovers who yearn like this have no reason to leave…

Your voice from afar is calming,

and it’s almost like you’re with me.

We talk of our days spent apart and laugh at old times,

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we flirt just like we did in the beginning.

You’re always in my thoughts.

I am utterly consumed by you,

in mind, body and soul.

Lovers who relate so well cannot be parted for long…

My heart hurts tonight,

needing you so much,

wanting you here beside me,

just to look in your eyes,

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but I know if not tomorrow,

sometime soon I will see you again,

your hazel eyes will ground me,

your caress on my cheek will soothe,

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your hard arms warming my body,

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all of which I crave as I have no other.

I know that I’d wait forever if I had to,

but I’d wait.

Lovers who love like this are meant to be…

I need no assurances to know the truth of how I feel,

I don’t need the validation of another couple’s story in life or a book to know we are true,

though I love happy endings.

My heart knows best,

and this heart will wait.

For now I content myself with thoughts of you.

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I still yearn but never in vain.

I trust you, and I trust us.

Lovers who feel this way will not stray…

For this is true love,

and lovers who feel like this,

lovers who need this way,

who feel so much,

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Lovers like us will always,

always stay true.

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© Marie Lavender, 2015.

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