They slipped briskly, into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald
"This is My Sonnet to You"
What I see, everywhere and everything, in which my eyes fall upon. Should my ears hear, even the sweetest sound of a pleasing voice. Or my nose, should take in such wondrous scent of pleasure. Why the very taste of things, that are laid upon my wanting lips and should my tongue savor, in all things that my hands and fingers can touch, or ever be laid upon. For these are the very ways in which I write, these five senses gifted to me, have created in me a sixth sense, one in which I gift to you. For here is the heart of the true Gentleman, this is his romance to you.
© 2014 By: H. Dirk Macgrieve
POEM OF THE WEEK
From Pawn to King
I was merely as simple as that of a Chess Pawn, maybe no more than ornamental. Something one would find in perhaps an antique shop, in some old forgotten small town on Main Street.
You spotted me, encouraged me in each step and helped me to cross over to the other side of the broad. It was you who turned me into this Chess King I have become, crowning me to match your position. You presented me with a piece of your exquisite heart each and every day, healing my forgotten old soul, in this loving manner you crafted by your will in all these days spent with you.
Never knowing if I was happy or not, a pawn with those fellow pieces, left upon that broad alone standing among those forgotten rooks, bishops and knights without either King or Queen until you came in to make me your King and you as my Queen.
© 2017 By: H. Dirk Macgrieve