Tag Archives: lover

Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams

Broken hearts and broken dreams left among the ashes

Ruins in the wake of the tsunami–your selfish desires.

Scavengers scour through the wreckage for sustenance

Finding nothing but crumbs left for them to fight over.

Is commitment so distasteful that exile is the only cure?

What of those cast aside, banished to Elba–victims,

Are they simply expendable for your greater good?

O’ what blackness must thrive in your narcissistic soul,

Pitiful…flourishing in this loveless existence of yours,

Choosing loneliness over the love and warmth of another,

Hiding like a coward behind a cold and hollow heart.

Like a lion you search for your next meal

Feasting, gorging hungrily as if this may be your last,

But you know it won’t, there is always another prey,

One that thinks it can tame you to save themselves.

Who is fooling who in this eternal struggle?

You are the sly one, knowing this is sleight of hand

Leading on those that offer you their hearts

Until you grow weary of their affections.

Tossing them on the heap

You grind their souls and their passions into dust.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Love Comes With Wrath of Thorn (Sonnet)

Love comes with wrath of thorn

When hearts betrayed the beautiful rose

Comfort breeds the birth of scorn

Passion cools, its numbness shows

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O’ fair, my fairest bloom

Fear not that my love has waned

All is not lost nor cloaked in gloom

Seeing you troubled has caused me pain

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I promise dear love to right my way

Intent not given with thought of malice

Blind to signs of that which holds sway

To raise you back up to throne and palace

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Time hath made loves flames grow tepid

I vow to weave our hearts beat threaded

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Diamonds, Silver, Gold (Tanka)

Diamonds, silver, gold

You never asked for treasure

My love was enough

Nothing more could I have asked

From this uncertain world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Asleep She Lays On Sacred Field

Asleep she lays on sacred field,

Angelic glow about her beams,

Draped in white my heart doth yield,

Far beyond my mortal dreams.

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I fathom not why me she chose,

Undeserving, I most surely be,

Heavenly creature beyond paling rose,

This fool adrift on earthly sea.

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I kneel before thy silken throne,

In prayer to one, the God most high,

For kindness that he hath shown,

This gift of you– without I’d die.

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I know not where this path might lead,

Or when my love we forever part,

Cherishing time, its waste doth bleed,

Forever alive within my heart.

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Sleep well my love in tender dream,

Assured through faith that I lie by your side,

To hold you forever in highest esteem,

This sacred promise by which I abide.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

How Deep Is Thy Love – A Tanka

How deep is thy love

How strongly doth thy heart beat

Is thy soul consumed

Like flares of a thousand suns

Smitten by passions fire

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Each Look – A Tanka

Each look as the first

Bringing us ever closer

We are destiny

You…the reason I was born

I…yours ’til the end of time

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Gentle Hands Caress – A Tanka

Gentle hands caress

Sign of passion without words

The warmest silence

Sharing a love unspoken

With my predestined soul-mate

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cry Of Somber Horn Sounds

Cry of somber horn sounds,

Cloaked in fogs muted cape;

Lonesome and lonely as others answer not.

With greatest of care she lumbers on,

Waning on autumn wind, she cries,

Longing for her groom so long ago parted.

Drawn and weary her soul aches

In hopes with lover soon united.

He waits…

On rocky shore, he waits,

To hear the joyous cry of his bridegroom,

Against cold and crashing spray–he waits

For her voice, it never comes,

He wales…

For his love–he is forlorn.

She is gone.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

His Treasure

His calloused hands, soft

Caressing her loving cheek

She– his pot of gold

Greeting his broken body

With an understanding smile

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His reason to live

Waits for him at long days end

Asking nothing more

Than to be loved as she loves

This he could never deny

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Blood Red

Blood red,

Yet silken soft,

Petals touch I held aloft.

Glorious in it’s crimson hue,

Appreciated by all but few.

Cherished true this sign of love,

Sent below from heaven above.

‘Tis no other quite compare,

With you caressed by gentle air.

Fragile as pure love suppose,

No other but you outshines the rose.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~