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Wine & Roses

Wine, Roses, Poetry & Love

The connection between you is like one fire burning in two souls, and you know that it will continue to burn, whether you are together or apart.

Autumn Gold
When summer’s green begins to fade
Where the great Ohio flows,
And nighttime leads to shorter days
As cooler breezes blow,
My thoughts begin to drift away
To a place where, when I go,
Like the trees, my heart is set ablaze
With fires of Autumn Gold.

In quiet evenings by the hearth
With someone close to hold,
Lighting fires against the dark
To chase out winter’s cold,
Two lovers swear that, though they part,
They part not in their souls;
But drink the wine that fills the heart
With fires of Autumn Gold.

When all in my life has been done
And the story has been told,
It will be said you were the one
Who made my heart unfold.
With brilliant eyes of deepest brown
And a love so warm and bold,
And skin that glistens in the sun
With fires of Autumn Gold.
— © BRW (Wordcarver) 2003 – 2012


Once in awhile you find that special someone who you know will exist within you for this lifetime and all those those yet to come.

If Never
If never I see another sunrise,
Nor hear another bird,
Nor smell another flower,
Nor speak another word . . .

If ne’er again should I feel
The soft touch of your hand,
Nor taste the sweetness of your lips,
Nor smell the fragrance of your skin . . .

Nor see your eyes light up the midnight sky,
Nor hear the music of your voice,
Nor feel your passion’s fire explode
As our bodies both rejoice . . .

Then know that where’er my spirit roams
Through the depths of time and space,
Forever it shall seek out yours,
And long for your embrace.

© BRW (Wordcarver) 2003 -2012


This was inspired by the Waterfall scene in “Last of the Mohicans” where Hawkeye tells Cora (Madeline Stowe) to do whatever it takes to stay alive – an promises to find her “no matter what – or how long – it takes.”

If You Called
If it took a hundred years,
(And, if I had that long to live),
I’d spend ev’ry one of them
Seeking out your hand.

If it took a hundred lifetimes –
Ev’ry life I yet will live –
I’d search the earth ev’ry time
Just to hold you at the end.

If it took a cosmic journey,
Riding solar winds through time,
I’d travel to the most distant star
To touch your heart with mine.

If you were in the ocean’s deep,
Or atop the highest mountain peak,
Or living in a land unseen,
Or as a vision in a dream,

I’d swim the depths, or climb the heights;
Or make the map, or extend the night;
Or pray the prayer, or fight the fight;
Or do whatever is in my might . . .

However long it took to do,
If you called, I’d find my way to you.
© BRW (Wordcarver) 2003 – 2012


I See the Dream in You
The ancients tell
A simple tale
That many would dispute;
But, I believe,
For I have seen
That simple tale come true.

The wise men say
That God, one day,
Created something new;
He took a flower from the spring,
And cast its fragrance on the breeze,
Then added a cool mountain stream
And blessed the earth with you.

Some men see you in their dreams;
But, I see the dream in you.
— ©BRW (Wordcarver)2007-2012


Just Because
These roses are for just because,
Just to say hello to you;
Just because you are my friend,
And because I wanted to.

Just because the sun is shining,
Or even if it’s not;
Just because the day’s exciting,
Or, because it’s cold or hot.

Or, just because — because, you know,
Because you are so cute!
Because the reason flowers grow
Is for me to send to you!

Because it’s Wednesday, no, Thursday,
Or some day that ends in “y”,
And because the sky I see today so clear
Reminds me of your eyes.

Because the sailboat on the lake,
Or the people on the pier,
Make me wish that I were there,
Or rather, you were here.

These roses are for just because,
And in each and every bloom,
They will tell you that the just because
Is just because you’re you.
— ©BRWalker 2003 – 2012

You know there’s nowhere you’d rather be than with them . . .

When sunlight dances in your eyes
I think of what a lucky guy
I am
To be living in your world;
And that I chanced to know you, girl.

. . . and when your gentle smile I see
I thank my god that he made me
A man;
And in my mind’s eye ev’ry day,
I’ll always see you smile that way.

When the breeze blows through your hair,
I’m so glad If I am there
To have
That same soft breeze touch me, too,
After it has caressed you.

. . . and when you touch me with your hand
A fire throughout my soul it sends,
As though
You touched me with a searing brand,
And I long to feel the fire again.

When I taste your lips with mine
It’s like tasting a fine wine,
The glow
I feel from within
Makes me want to taste again.

–and when you give your love to me,
And I feel your passion’s heat,
I know
There is no place Id rather be
Than lying with you next to me.
–©Wordcarver 2003-2012

It’s as if you’ve known them forever – as if you were meant to be together. In past lives you shared your love – even before the earth, your spirits soared together amongst the cosmic ether.

Before Time Began
From long before there was time —
And long after there will be —
Your heart, my heart,
I have loved with mine —
Our love was meant to be.

Before the very first robin sang
In the first Earth spring,
I have loved you with
The very first love,
And will eternally.

Long before the first sunrise
Or sunset e’er was seen —
Before the first moonlit night
Cast moonbeams on the sea —
I have loved you forever,
And pray that together
We will always be.

Long before the ocean tide
Rushed from shore to sea;
Before ever a flower bloomed,
Casting fragrance on the breeze,
Our love, my love,
Since before there was time,
Has been, and always will be.
–©Bob R. Walker 2003 – 2012

You don’t have to agree on everything. If you did, why would you need one another? Like a fine masterpiece, a relationship is made more perfect by the blending of colors and the composition of life.

Two paintings hung there on the wall —
Two dif’rent scenes, and not at all
As if together they belonged —
Each had a beauty all its own.

His painting was of fields and streams,
And mountain lakes, and forests green;
Her painting was of a country home,
With dogs and children and room to roam.

His brush was bold, with colors intense;
Her colors were softly blended in . . .
His vision made statements strongly felt;
Her beauty made one’s heart to melt . . .

Side by side they were displayed,
So close their frames were overlayed;
And though each painting seemed quite fine,
While others found homes they stayed behind . . .

There was a lacking in each one —
Each by itself was not quite done —
What was missing in each scene
Was what the other showed so keen.

One night it seemed that all was lost
As lightnings flashed and treelimbs tossed;
Stormclouds blew and drove the rain —
Through the windows and the doors it came.

All the paintings there were ruined,
Except just one amidst the ruins —
A masterpiece in a golden frame
Sure to bring the artist fame.

The bold brush strokes of mountain peaks
Blended into a softer scene —
Two lovers and a country home
With dogs and children and room to roam.
–© BRW (Wordcarver) 2003 -2012


In the morning you are mine,
As the sun begins to shine;
And through the day, with each ray
Of summer’s warmth I pray

That come the night,
When stars are bright,
You will still
Be near, my light
–©BRW 1987 – 2012


Silly Games
“It won’t fit!
It’s like trying to put
A square peg
In a round hole —
It won’t fit the square holes, either!”

They’re all the wrong size,
Or wrong shape,
Or wrong color . . .
It just doesn’t fit . . .
Who made this dumb game, anyway?
Who wrote these silly rules?
This game would be so much fun to play
If we just played . . .
If we didn’t have all these rules
For each shape and size
And color . . .

These rules that were written
For some other game
In some other world . . .
Shouldn’t we know better?
Can’t we change the rules?
We should, you know,
Or throw the game away . . .
–©Wordcarver 2003 – 2012

Someone comments that you should stay within your own ethnic group. But why? You love one another. You love the person, their soul, their being. Didn’t Shakespeare write, ‘a rose by any other name would smell as sweet’?
The Rose
In the garden I saw a rose —
Or so it appeared to me;
It smelled like a rose to my nose —
A rose it had to be!

But my friend there with me
Shook his head;
You see, he disagreed —
“To be a rose, a rose,” he said
“Must look like a rose, you see.
A rose is red, and this is green;
It’s probably just a weed,”
He said to explain just what he meant
When I asked him to proceed.

Since then, I’ve pondered,
Just what is a rose?
For that matter, what are we?
Is a rose what we touch and smell and feel?
Or only what we see?
If my friend there with me had been blind
I’ll bet he would agree
That we saw a rose
In the garden today —
She sure is a rose to me!
–© BRW 2003 – 2012

Sometimes we’re like autumn leaves in the breeze, running here and there in search of another leaf like us.

Autumn Leaves
Like Autumn leaves
We’re on the run,
And all we hope
To find is one —
Another leaf like us,
Just one —
To share our winter days
In warmth beneath the snow;
When skies are grey
And winds are cold,
And time has stolen
Springtime’s glow
Away . . .
Where to go?
Where to go?
–©BRW(Wordcarver) 1989 – 2012

After surviving the desert of stress and disorder, you just can’t wait to get home to be with the one person who makes it all worthwhile.

You Are . . .
You are sunrise in the morning;
You are moonglow late at night;
You are the calm when seas are storming;
Deep in darkness, you are light.

You are the purest snow in winter;
You are flowers in the spring;
You are cool breezes in the summer;
You are a golden autumn day.

Was there life before you?
I cannot recall . . .
But, now that I have found you,
This is what I know:

You are cool waters when I’m weary;
You are shade from desert sun —
You are rest from storm’s fury;
You are my only one. . .
–©BRW 2003 – 2012


When she’s with you, you soar like an eagle.

Eagle in the Sky
Like an eagle in the sky
I fly
Ev’ry time you hold my hand;

And like a songbird in the spring
I sing
When you tell me I’m your man.

If you should ever leave
I’d grieve,
And the sun just would not shine

Until again you held my hand
And then
Like an eagle I would fly.
— ©BRW (Wordcarver)2003 – 2012

A week, a month, a year . . . but wait! We just met yesterday, it seems! Has it been a year already?

Has it Been a Year Already?
Has it been a year already?
It doesn’t seem so long
Since I watched your eyes light up the sky
As you stepped outside your door.

Have twelve months passed so quickly?
My! How time has flown!
Since we laughed and talked as the world turn’d ’round
While we sat atop the dome . . .

Has it been a year already?
It seems I met you just week;
Yet, at the same time, like I’ve known you forever —
How can both feelings be?

How can a year so quickly pass —
Seeming not to pass at all —
While filling up our hearts and minds,
And ev’ry fiber of our souls,
With more pleasing mem’ries of times we’ve shared
Than a normal lifetime holds?

Has it been a year already?
It surely seems too soon
To say from my heart to yours this night,
“Happy ‘First Met’ Anniversary to you!”
–©Wordcarver 2004-2012


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