Jingle Poetry asked for a love and romance poem. Here’s the best I have to give you – a take on love found, lost, found, lost… yet permanent. Amy
INTERTWINED
You recall that fall
the two of us, soul to soul
Wholly ourselves
if only for that moment
Now you’re safe
in your comfort zone
She thinks she is the only one
And that you yourself hung the moon
While I hang around here awaiting what where how when, pondering then
I whisper in your heart, stroking your memory
tenderly drawing you back to me
Our love happened
because nothing else could
Flesh upon flesh
the heart of the matter
smattering of promises we knew were loving lies
And now here’s your life: organized, precise, clockwork
Mine the jumble of a funny, frantic existence
Yet there remains the magnetic, eclectic tug
pulling you back to me
across miles of untouchable roadblocks
Our lives forever tangled, intertwined
Even apart, forever you’re mine
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Sharp Little Pencil 
Eric
I like how there’s not so much a sense of longing but rather a sense of certainty, of destiny. Nice piece, Amy.
Sharp Little Pencil
Eric, you hit it right on the head. And even though this is fictional, that sense of destiny is something I felt in my own marriage. The difference is, these two people will never be together, because their timing is all screwed up! Such is life, eh? Thanks for visiting, and I’ll take a look at your work now… Amy
Jingle
wow,
heartfelt and eternity love.
well done, Amy.
Glad to see you showcase such deep and smart love poetry.
xx
Sharp Little Pencil
I confess, Jingle, this was a work of fiction. But I’ve seen so much love felt and wasted… lost and mourned… felt and acted upon and spoilt through neglect… it all called out to me in this work.
I have a soft spot for two kinds of poetry: Romantic and unabashedly activist. In this case, you got the sweet side!! Love your work, Amy
A.B. Thomas
Nicely done! That turn of phrase, loving lies, fantastic descript of the dreams that lust creates before reality and love settles in.
Sharp Little Pencil
And this was a fictional work. I allow myself loads of latitude in my dream life… plus years of singing jazz filled my heart (and still does) with all sorts of romantic notions. I know I’m on the right track when so many folks relate to it. Take care, my friend. Amy
Emmanuel Ibok
Outstanding write…this line was so sweet:
“I whisper in your heart, stroking your memory”
Cheers!
Sharp Little Pencil
Emmanuel, thanks for the kudos. “Stroking your memory” came to me while I was giving our cat a tummy rub!! Amy
liv2write2day
This is wonderful…I really enjoy your blog.
“Flesh upon flesh
the heart of the matter
smattering of promises we knew were loving lies”
Sharp Little Pencil
As I love yours. Thanks for quoting your favorite lines! This was totally fictional, by the way… don’t want you to think I’m holding out on my hubby!! Amy
RiikaInfinityy 마왕
The last sentence totally caught me! Wonderfully written, my friend, love is flowing in and out and up and down your poem!=P
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks, Riika… I cannot seem to post on your site, so I may be dropping you email comments from time to time. Your blog is a cornucopia of mystery, images, and amazing poetry, all of which fit together in the most enchanting way! Amy
pamela
Amy,
This is a nicely penned poem.
It does take some time to get through the potluck list.
lol!
Pamela
Sharp Little Pencil
Pamela, thanks – and you’re right! I’m so disillusioned with trying to leave comments on Blogspot blogs… but glad you’re in touch!! A
Luke Prater
‘that you yourself hung the moon..’ lobe that. Nice poem. Digging your sharp little pencil
Luke
Sharp Little Pencil
I’ve read this aloud – you can find it at http://www.virtualpoetryreading.com and it’s set up by Buddah Moskowitz (doncha just LOVE that name?).
Thanks, Luke!
uponthewingsofnight
A really good romantic poem, Amy. For some reason, most of my romantic stuff ends up being cliche-ridden. Methinks I need to think outside the box a bit. Brett
Sharp Little Pencil
This was based on an old, lost love. I have a recording of it somewhere… you might look up Buddah Moskowitz’ site, virtualpoetryreading.com, which has all sorts of us reading our work. You can even record one on the phone if you don’t mind paying long distance! But the site is free listening. Make sure you listen also to Aaron Kent and to Iain Kemp!