We can love with all we’ve got
And we can give our hearts away
But that doesn’t necessarily mean
That the ones we love will stay
And sometimes there are people
Who just can’t love you back
No matter what we say or do
There’s something that they lack
And maybe it’s because
Some people just can’t see
The importance of a person
Who’d give everything like me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Under a star
Near the sea
In your arms
Is where I’ll be
A twilight cove
In a land far away
This remote place
Is where we’ll stay
Happy and free
With nothing to lose
Every moment will be
Just as we choose
A fiery display
Of passion will ensue
As we both discover
Just what love can do
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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In the still of the night
he came to me.
Kneeling beside me,
I could feel his feathery touch.
He was memorizing my features,
hoping I wouldn’t wake.
I was only pretending to be asleep,
enjoying the feel of his hand.
Desperately wanting to reach out,
but not daring to ruin the moment.
And I wondered about all he was thinking,
as he traced every crease on my face.
I wanted to open my eyes and smile,
as he placed warm kisses on my cheeks.
But I dared not even open one eye,
for I knew he’d then be gone.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-human-face-sleeping-lantern-4284892/
Amid a fire
Built for two
I solemnly sit
And think of you
And I wonder
How this life would be
If you were ever
Here with me
I know the answers
Are so close by
Found within the depths
Of every sigh
What we share
Isn’t going away
This is how I know
We will find a way
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing
It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way
And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood
For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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