Poetry of R.S. Louvierre

To my dearest wife; our entanglement was quick and just, and I- I fell like a leaf in the gloom of Autumn, our love is as gold as the fields of Rye,  and my promise to you is eternally solemn.    My promise is this, as honesty comes as fair: I'll love you until death divides our hearts, and if tomorrow starts without me, my dear,  I'll love you even as my soul departs.                                                

my bedroom eyes, looking seductively-thirsty,  without any serious intent, or any passing courtesy.  merely observing the beauty,  of the women I've seen, and sometimes, I admit,  I can't help but to dream. my devilish eyes, caught in the enamored glance,  as brown and soft as fur,  held with hers by bechance. I'm presented with then, a point to which I must decide,  do I confront the moment I inadvertently created,  or do I turn my head and hide? I accept the latter. her fellow eyes,  like a masterpiece of art, defines me in that moment,  as a man with a heart. for I know my eyes do flirt, and this I cannot control,  but my heart belongs to another, both my heart and soul.       

a rock skips across the water, the ripples expand far and wide, I am lost in awe and wander, for I see that I am only I. 

Time is just but stitches of moments;  patches of memories,  woven and weaved in a fashionable pattern, Tiny dots, we are, on the infinite line of each thread, warp and weft, but in the end nothing else will matter, Only that the memories were worth living for,  the moments cherished, and you can die in an Elysian peace, Depth over distance, my love,  live in the moment, and- this can put your mind at ease           

I've seen many tribulations in my short life,       however, I've learned a great good deal,  that no matter the pain we endure- or any strife,             whether love is scarce or rather rife,  if we allow ourselves time we will heal. I know that life is long and our time is fleeting,         but our goal is not the mournful grave, life will continue as our mighty hearts keep beating,     we can live through our accomplished dreaming, and our hearts will beat the same.