Tag Archives: passion

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 ~~

 

Simple Phrase

The simple phrase, “I love you.”,

Not to be worn on the bottom of a shoe.

When said to another it must be true,

Or angers wrath will most surely ensue.

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Far too often it’s said most light,

The words flow free without a fight.

All in attempt to bed at night,

With no qualms of wrong or right.

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What happened to the time it was hard to say,

Waiting, obsessing for many a day.

Rehearsing the moment in so many ways,

Knees getting weak, wobble and sway.

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“I love you.” has power over human heart,

Think before speaking this phase you start.

If said without meaning the two will part,

The heart will break and soul depart.

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Handle with care these mystical words,

If not heartfelt they’re best deferred.

Emotions strained, feelings stirred,

“I love you.” must be mutually incurred.

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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

Birth Of Day (Aubade)

Awake my love to witness birth of day,

Greeted by java’s scent and morning dove’s song.

Hurry, hurry my love for I cannot stay,

Approaching my time to depart; it won’t be long.

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These lilies fresh I cut for you,

Gently placed in bedside vase.

Moist with cool early morning dew;

Unwrap yourself from linen and lace.

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Awake my love to bodies tender touch,

Do not forsake this dawns advance.

For this heart is filled with love so much,

Pierce not my heart with slumbers lance.

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Does the sun not warm thy angelic face,

Arise dearest love and take my hand.

A gentle touch to your cheek I trace;

Place your feet upon this cherished land.

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Awake my love to witness birth of day.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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According to Wikipedia, an aubade is a morning love song (as opposed to a serenade, which is in the evening), or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn.[1] It has also been defined as “a song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak”.[2]

In the strictest sense of the term, an aubade is a song from a door or window to a sleeping woman.[3] Aubades are generally conflated with what are strictly called albas, which are exemplified by a dialogue between parting lovers, a refrain with the word alba, and a watchman warning the lovers of the approaching dawn.[3]

Aubades were in the repertory of troubadours in Europe in the Middle Ages. An early English example is in Book III of Chaucer‘s Troilus and Criseyde. The love poetry of the 16th century dealt mostly with unsatisfied love, so the aubade was not a major genre in Elizabethan lyric.[original research?][citation needed]

I Speak To You

I speak to you as though fragile.

Raised this way,

Its at times taken in offense

Though this is not my intention.

It is only done out of concern,

Not out of malice.

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I know your strength,

Your ability to handle adversity,

You are so much stronger than I

Truth be told.

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I stand in awe of your fortitude

For mine is but a facade,

Painted in watercolors,

Easily stormed if its weakness be known.

Yours, though transparent is ironclad,

Able to withstand any assault.

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I am envious of you,

I am proud of you,

I am spellbound by you

And I am deeply in love with you.

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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 ~~

Drop Of Water – A Haiku

A drop of water

Ripples emanate outward

Vastness of my love

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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 ~~