Bistro Thoughts
The heart desires what the eye cannot see,
And I search for the love-light in you;
I can see your sweet face; I can ache for your grace,
But I can’t see your heart, is it true?
When your hand rests on mine, your smile so divine,
Is a kiss that is blown to my heart?
The distance weighs heavy between us, Yvette,
Yet I fell when we both were apart.
So I think of you often; you know that I do,
Your images light up my being,
I gaze at your likeness, it breathes on my soul,
And my eyes and my heart are both seeing.
They see love’s desire, it sets thoughts afire,
Your throat, your provocative breasts;
And your mind’s eye can see the sweet longing in me,
For evenings when nakedness rests.
It’s Life
If vanity should ever strike,
If pride be torn asunder;
Should you wish for every flaw
Exposed with every blunder:
If you desire each dream and goal,
Be met by mock and eyes that roll,
And if your feet be brought to earth,
Your judgements bring both scorn and mirth;
Or wish your bravest deeds undone –
Then spend some time with wife or son.
Michael Walsh ©
Bistro Thoughts was inspired by a Latvian lady friend. Preferring life’s simple pleasures nothing appealed more than the pleasure of each others company. Its Life I suppose symbolises the difference between friends and family. Children are rarely impressed by their parents achievements; It’s Life.