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What is the Measure of a Man’s Life

What is the measure of a man’s life,

I don’t know but for myself.

Money never bought me happiness;

At least none that lasted more than a brief moment.

Cars…I’ve had many,

Exciting when shiny and new,

But their luster is lost over time as is their value.

I do not live in a palace,

It is modest to say the least and more than I need.

Retirement savings are but a dream,

I will likely work until I am called home.

With all this…what is the measure of my life?

It is family, my wife and children,

Their love for me as I love them.

It is the sun that rises overhead

And the life-giving rains that fall,

It is everything that nature provides.

It is living in harmony with the natural world,

Not fighting it or conquering it.

Yes, there is bad mixed with the good,

Pain and suffering mixed with the ecstasy,

But at the end of my days,

This will be the measure of this man.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Why Do I Love Thee

Why do I love thee, seems a foolish thing to say,

Perhaps it is all the little things you do most every day.

A tender smile, a loving glance that lets me know you care,

The giggle of a schoolgirl, the way you twirl your hair.

 

Maybe it’s the caring heart revealed when I was ill,

Giving without hesitation though you likely had your fill.

All these things no one would notice in their daily grind,

But I, yes I alone do notice they are etched into my mind.

 

All of these are things I see and with aging ears do hear,

Though it’s surely something deeper that brings this man to tears.

Something from the deepest recesses making two one whole,

Touching every fiber of being down to my mortal soul.

 

It’s something that I cannot see or put in simple words,

Futile it would be to even try sounding most absurd.

So why is it that I love thee, still a foolish thing to say,

It’s everything about you that that I never could betray.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Casual Glance

A casual glance,

Sending whispers of love and lust,

Eyes averting eyes,

Embarrassed at the thought of capture.

An innocent smile,

Sunlights glimmer off ivory mirror,

Seductive and sensual,

Beckoning an invitation.

A brush of skin,

Accidental yet intentional,

Goosebumps cascading,

Erupting hot and lascivious.

A pounding heart,

Rhythmically offering itself,

Longing to be cradled,

In the impetuous throes of passion.

A tender kiss,

Long and warm on silky lips,

Without so much as a word,

Two become one.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
(Originally posted: 10/2/2012)

Greatest Friends Were We

Greatest friends were we

Long before we were lovers

Our bond has been strong

No more could I have ever asked

My companion, my beloved

Spoken from the heart–

Never have I loved you more

Than I do this day

Twenty five years espoused

Once two, we’ve lived long as one

One heart and one soul

Through time, traveling this path

Winding and rocky

We comfort each others pain

‘Til we taste our final kiss

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Ache For You

I ache for you,

Nerve endings strain against the skin that represses them.

Agony and ecstasy bound into one vessel

Waiting to draw you close and ravage you.

This–a torture worse than a thousand deaths

I would not trade.

Nay–the devil may try to lead this soul astray,

But he will surely fail.

You, my beloved, are all that this unworthy beast desires.

The scent of your hair,

The softness of your silky skin

Caressed under my calloused hands,

Your love, though I am flawed and fragile

Is all that I desire.

I offer my heart, soul, blood and bone to you,

No conditions, free for your taking.

What more can I give than my life

Which was yours from conception.

You are my destiny, my love, my life,

The one that I live for

…And the one I would gladly die for.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Separation Pains My Heart (Sonnet)

Separation pains my heart, that’s yours,

So long we’ve been together, I dread us part.

Loneliness invades with the latching door,

For fear that your love with you departs.

 

Foolish I know are these thoughts of you leaving,

Kindred souls we’ve become with the passage of time.

No sense does it make for my heart to be grieving,

When the love that we have has been nothing, but sublime.

 

Insecurity, but why, is the question to be pondered,

You’ve given me no reason to impart any concern.

Supposing instead that commitment might wander,

After all of these years you think I’d have learned.

 

The strength of our love has never been contested, nor ever shall it be during this life.

Nothing in this world could ever have bested, the passion that I have for you being my wife.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~