The Merry-Go-Round of Love

The horses go up

and the horses go down

and the music starts.

You reach for the ring

and you miss the thing

and you reach for the hearts.

You win and you lose,

you are exuberant

and you have the blues

on the merry-go-round of love.



Innocence

There was once an innocent lad,

who went with a virgin to bed.

They both were so shy,

did not even try,

but bragged what great fun they had.



Budding Romances

I miss the loving glances

of early romances,

the paradise

of smiling eyes,

our hands' touch,

which means so much,

the emptiness in my heart

when we are apart,

the hope and the fear,

so far and so near,

and then the first kiss,

which I most of all miss.



The Magic Key

I wish I had a magic key

that fits the lock of every heart.

I would then unlock all your secrets

and this would only be the start.

I would pack your heart with feelings,

happy feelings toward me,

lock them in your heart forever,

and throw away the magic key.



A Portrait in Gold

She wears a golden bracelet on her ankle.

She has a golden heart inside her chest.

She was born to be a hostess.

I was the lucky man to be her guest.

Words alone can't do her justice.

I can't describe her golden flare.

So I will close, but I must mention

the glimmer of her hip-long golden hair.

I drink each moment, from the golden chalice

presented to me by the Goddess Life,

and offered to me by a smiling angel:

the golden apparition of my graceful wife.


In Memoriam

I saw her in the morning glory,

when sunshine peeked over the hill.

I saw her in the evening shadows,

when laughter ceased and all got still.

I see her in the starlit nights,

engraved in my loving heart,

where she now rests forever.

Not even her death could us part.



The Mermaid

I met her in the moonlight,

when she came from the sea.

"I cannot live without you,

so, please, return to me!"

Now there is no more moonlight,

dark clouds hide my sky.

She had to return to the ocean,

since on the dry land she would die.

I wade into the ocean,

hear lonely seagulls cry.

I let the waves embrace me,

where she lives I will die.


Nostalgia For Innocence

I wish I were a baby trout

in a virgin pond, unsoiled,

and played with other baby trouts

innocent games, unspoiled.

I wish I had the wings of dreams

to fly the skies of love.

I wish I had the loving heart

of a young turtle dove.

I wish I had not known this world

and died with unspoiled hands,

with love only a distant gleam

of undiscovered lands.