How long has it been
Since my life was rearranged
And the pattern of my breathing
Was drastically changed?
How many minutes have ticked away
Since your sky merged into mine
And all that surrounds me has vanished
With no measure of time?
In the vast darkness way up high
We find shelter under the moon
In our hearts, minds, and souls
We find ourselves marooned
(a little bit of romance)
I am flawed
You are flawed
We are perfect
for each other
(Really, enough said, right? If anyone is searching for that perfect partner,
they’re wasting their time. When you love someone, you love them for
their wonderful qualities and for all of their imperfections, too – the
components to their personality or appearance that they most likely
try to hide. That is where true love to the depths of our hearts comes alive. ♥)
His mind floated through life
where it couldn’t be stopped,
even his logic kept flight
Her face controlled his dreams
as he struggled between the
crevices of reality
below the moon’s supervision
He desired to write poetry,
wordless poetry on her silky skin,
how the touch and taste of her
would be rich to his spirit
But knowing she was far out of reach,
her whispered kisses
wove softly through his fingers
Lauren Scott © 2016
Hold me close
My arms around you
Your hands in my hair
The room may tilt
But let’s stay here
Eyes lead to touching
Touching leads to dance
For a night of romance
Lauren Scott © 2015
His complements cause me to stumble
and fall over his sweet whispers, too
My heart should surrender its powers
Oh what a feeling of déjà vu
Though I’d be discontent
if this mood shall vanish
It’s quite delightful to the mind
And leaves my head in such a cloud
Full of dreams; you know the kind
Lauren Scott © 2015
Wishing you all a fabulous Friday and weekend ahead
and I hope you enjoyed this touch of romance.
Sending love and hugs, L ♥
I would like to thank Jean at https://socialbridge.wordpress.com/ for tagging me in this challenge.
Have you ever wondered how you’d meet your soul mate? In sixth grade I actually believed that I’d be a wife and a mom with two children at the age of twenty-four. I had it all planned out. However, I didn’t meet my husband until I was twenty-six and my second child wasn’t born until I was thirty-four so clearly my plan was overdue!
We met while working for the same company. During that time I decided to move and I needed to sell my refrigerator. I placed an ad in the break room and later that night he called me to buy it. I suggested he look at it first so he came over to my apartment the next night, checked it out and bought it! The plan was for him to pick it up the following Saturday.
On Saturday he drove to my place using a friend’s truck, loaded the frig and we chatted for a bit before he left. Through our conversation I discovered the apartment complex I was moving to was only ten minutes away from where he lived. It was almost too perfect…
After the frig was all bought and sold, the next weekend he called me while visiting his family for Thanksgiving and as a nice gesture he sent me flowers. Upon his return home he asked me out and I didn’t have to think about it! I felt something I had never felt before, obviously something was happening! The rest is history! We dated for six months, he popped the question and we were married six months later.
I don’t have a photo of that magical frig and we later sold it but after almost twenty-seven years of marriage, that appliance brought us together. Funny how things happen. This is one example of how accidental meetings sometimes work out better than looking for love “in all the wrong places.” And that, my friends, is a brief summary of how a simple appliance can become a “love connection!” 🙂
(Photo: Google images)
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
My first nomination for the challenge is Irene over at http://positiveboomer.net/.