“What do you know of love?” a mirror scoffed
“Look at you, old and out of touch!”
What indeed, does one know of love
when foolishly measured by so much?
Reflective smiles give nothing away
Just those unseen heartbeats
deafening all but one’s distant lover
too far apart, for far too long
Love found riding the plains of Argentina
Blue/white dressed in the colours of her tango
Lost, captured, bound and tortured
within the folds of her velvet lasso
“Hola. Te amo, te quiero te amo!”
Haunting whispered words, a time that flew
For only a true heart found can ever say
“Hi. I love you, I want you… I love you too!”
*~Pearldiver~
Copyright © 2016 Rob Welsh – Pearldiver with all rights reserved.
Thank you very much for that. I believe experience comes from persisting beyond the bruises in all aspects of writing. Sooner or later the bruises fade and you find in their place, your words have taken precedence instead. Enjoy the ride.
I am not very experienced at writing free verse but I know good stuff when I see it …. and this is good stuff! Love it.