Probability

When looking through love's soul
A window

one word

4 syllables.

Vulnerable

Risking pain of heartbreak for love's sake

Dotting I's and crossing T's

Hopefully you're fortunate enough you won't bleed

Lifted away by your lover's voice,  touch, and dreams

Your mind running through scenes

of goals of growing old

together

Weathering the storms

Advice from times old

stories told

by silver hair couples who kept their love strong and bold

Bliss

The sun is setting along the horizon, Shining as if it was laughing .  The music playing sets the tone for the moment.

To the left of me, in the driver's seat, seats my love. His warmth and charm is like the extension of the sun. 

A beautiful soul he is.  As beautiful as the sound of his heart I hear when my ear is  parallel to his chest.

 I turn and smile and I am met with a mischievous grin and a handsome face as I rub my fingers playful through his beard. 

It's all very simple. Driving, music, his smile, the sky and him ...him 

Bliss

daddy issues

Poem title: Daddy Issues

Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus ©2015

Broken bottle glass once filled with valuable purpose, now sparingly cover the side walk surfaces, along with shatter dreams and lost identity.

No reconciliation for what was lost and never found. No recollection of what love and living life really means. 

Its like a beautiful garment torn at the seams. What's torn can be stitched back together perfectly. Maybe?

A small part of me left empty. Void of fond memories everyone can recall, but me.

 One moment at a time until they become hours, and days praying for the Phase for complete healing to take place.