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Love Scenarios
Passionate Expressions of Love Poems and Letters
By Glenn S. Adams
iUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2012 Glenn S. Adams
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4697-4932-7
Chapter One
"Blind Date" From the moment I saw you
I knew I was out of your league.
Everything about you was captivating,
from your posture and stride
to the light illuminating your unstrained eyes.
The vision was more than worth your time with me.
You could have left me standing there,
for being seen with me would be far beneath you,
but the way you smiled greeting me at your door
and the light in your eyes
as you stared unblinkingly into mine
are not the things from which realities are made.
There was no frown when I introduced myself,
no revealing sign that questioned
what you had gotten yourself into.
Nor did you hesitate
when I opened the car door for you
and you were kind enough to unlock mine.
You laughed genuinely at my stammering attempt to joke
and listened patiently as I struggled past your beauty
to find the words to express myself to you.
And when I couldn't find the words,
you filled the empty spaces with questions of your own,
giving hope to an awkward evening.
You didn't laugh at my hopes
nor scoff at my dreams,
and when those far more suited beckoned for your attention,
your eyes stayed locked on me.
When you spoke, the sound of your voice
was like a soothing melody to my ears,
a sound that I can surely groove to.
You complimented my shortcomings
and overlooked my errors,
giving testament to the classy woman you are.
And when you let me down,
it was with the ease of a feather,
with the kindness of a comforting angel.
And when I paused at your doorstep,
you took my hand and kissed me,
sending a wave of warmth and confidence through me.
I never did feel rejected in the end
or the repulsiveness one feels being sorely put down
Through my defeat you left me victorious
and kept my manhood intact
for the time when the right woman enters my life.
You are truly a lady,
which is why I thank you
for allowing a dreamer to dream.
I Am That Man You told me you needed someone
to love and comfort you.
Someone who could meet your standards,
to love you, like you need him to.
Someone you can trust to follow
and protect you along the way.
Someone who will be there for you
at any moment of the day.
You said he had to have compassion
and tend to your every need.
He had to have a heart that's giving
and not one filled with greed.
You said he had to listen
to the things that you confess.
He couldn't be just any man,
he had to be the best.
You said you need a man of God
to help direct your path.
Not someone who is superficial,
but someone who'll make love last.
I am that man who loves you,
that man who'll see you through
and dedicate my life to you
the way God created me to.
Hey You Hey you,
With that hourglass figure,
from where did you come?
Were you molded up in Heaven
by the hands of the almighty one?
Were you fashioned on his anvil
with his hammer and his rod?
Did the angels began to sing
when he gave his approving nod?
Did he break your precious mold
after proclaiming he was through
as a testimony to the world
there will be no other like you?
Hey you,
With those lovely shaped eyes
that only God could make.
Like the round ocean pearls
he also creates.
Tell me what those beautiful eyes see.
Are they visions of another?
Are they visions of me?
Can I court you for your love,
or am I too late
for this once in a lifetime chance
to proclaim you as my mate?
What Were You Waiting For? What were you waiting for?
You waste precious time to secure the perfect pieces,
yet, like the fragments of a puzzle,
do they all have to fit just right?
Why are you holding out
for that image your mind created
to take form and sweep you off your feet,
when deep within you know he doesn't even exist?
For whom were you saving yourself,
by refusing suitor after suitor.
You ignored me the entire time
I pursued you for your love.
Does my résumé fall short of your expectations?
Tell me, how many walks in the park have you missed?
How many terms of endearment went unheard?
Why do you lie there crying at night
in your cold lonely bed with no one to cling to?
No heartbeat to feel, no whispers of
I love you.
Did you not reject me because I did not measure up
to your unattainable standards?
So tell me my dear, where is that white horse now?
Did it ever have a rider?
Surely you knew I loved you, but you wouldn't have me.
I called out to you, but you would not listen.
Yes, I heard the cries of all your broken relationships
while sitting there anxiously, hoping you'd notice me.
But you, my love, are a victim of delusive dreams
while you cling desperately to a false sense of reality.
Through all those years you should have realized
that in your endeavor for perfection
you let me, your soul mate, pass you by.
You were far too precious to have waited so long,
but life became too short to continue to wait on you.
Why Do You Prefer Him? I never could accept how a woman like you
could fall for a man like him.
For I have so much to offer and he so little,
yet he seems so superior to you.
Is it his deceitful ways to my sincerity?
Or his high school diploma to my college degree?
Take my high position job with three times more pay.
Or his sixty-nine Fleetwood
to my late-model Elite.
It's a George Benson concert
compared to some bar on Fourteenth Street,
and dinner at elegant restaurants
instead of that small hamburger joint.
Or could it be his lovemaking
that keeps you going back?
Yet I've heard no complaints
when I make love to you,
and you do urge me on
each time we're alone.
Do you prefer his rough man handling
over my soft caresses?
Can't be!
When will I learn that material things
can only have so much value.
And come to accept ungrudgingly
that it's really because you love him.
Don't Change Me Don't accept me as I am
just to turn me into what I am not,
or tell me I'm just perfect
when you know in your heart I'm not
Don't call me your man in private
when around others you call me your friend,
because you place their approval
over what you really feel.
Don't make love to me in secret
when in public you won't hold my hand.
Don't change me the way you change your furniture
or the color scheme in some room.
I never asked to be dressed in high fashion,
have my teeth fixed or the way I talk.
I never once tried to correct you
in spite of your many faults.
You didn't have to accept me.
You could have been straight with me up front
instead of leading me on a coaster ride
of uncertainty and rejected thoughts.
This is who I am from the beginning,
most likely it'll be me till the end.
If you can't accept me for who I am,
then this relationship must come to an end.
The Infatuation Letter
Dear.......,
Though you may not know me—or, in your world, know if I even exist—I feel I must tell you the effect you've had on me since the first time I saw you. Until that day, life for me was simple. You know, kind of that "same old stuff, different day" flavor. To me a flower was just another plant, and whether the sun shined brightly or it rained all day, in the end it really didn't matter. But somehow seeing you seemed to change all that.
Before you, girls, to me, were just girls. If you've seen one, you've seen them all. It's not that I wasn't interested, but none of them stood out. I did whatever, said whatever, and had no problem saying it. After all, they were just friends. That was until you came along. I remember the first time I saw you. It was just after first hour by the art room I was to attend for my second-hour class. You were coming out with another girl. You were wearing a yellow body blouse with these blue jean hot pants that had my hormones pinging off the wall. When you smiled, it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. It left me with a feeling I had never felt before. Just to see you was special. From that moment on there was no more of the same old stuff, different day. You brought to me a new flavor. Because of you, it did matter that the sun shined, that flowers were more than just plants. There were all around me beautiful flowers, some violets and sunflowers, others, carnations and magnolias. And then there is you.
Until that day, I never realized the value of a rose, its beautiful design, rich color, and the unique scent it has. Maybe that's why it's the flower of all flowers and one with which no other flower could compare. I wanted to be worthy to hold one and to sniff its fragrance because it was no longer just another plant. I wanted to impress you and find a way to tap into that smile of yours. Every day I woke up with you on my mind, what I would say to you and how I, who somehow now felt insignificant, could win you over. I wanted to carry your books to each class and to have long conversations to convince you that I was interesting. I would practice what I would say to you and how you would respond, but each time I ran into you, I couldn't get up the nerve to say the words that worked so well when I rehearsed them. After all, what do you say to a rose? How do you express what a magnificent flower it is, and your desire to hold it, possess it?
If through this letter you find me interesting and would like to meet me, then I am going to need your help. An introduction from you will help to calm my nerves, though I can't guarantee I won't be spellbound. I just need a little incentive to tell you the things you deserve to hear. After art class when you see me, just step to me, and I'll take it from there. I'll be the one holding the rose.
Infatuatedly yours,
Did you notice?
Did you notice how I stared at you whenever you entered a
room?
How I always laughed when you made humorous remarks?
Did you notice my infatuated stare as I gave you my complete
attention,
like a child waiting for the ice cream truck to arrive?
Did you notice?
Did you feel my heart pounding as you gave me a friendly hug?
How I quivered with excitement as I held you against me!
Did you know I wanted it to be more than a casual relationship?
so I delayed releasing you (I could hold you a lifetime).
Did you notice?
Did you sense time flying each time we were together,
like some possessive entity desperately trying to tear us apart?
Did you realize how long minutes became quick seconds
and how our conversation seemed to end before it had a chance
to begin?
Did you notice?
As you spoke, my imagination envisioned us on a deserted
island,
having each other to ourselves.
We shared our lives, our dreams, our ambitions,
just living on the love between us,
while gaining nourishment through the happiness we shared.
And whenever a ship passed by, we would hide ourselves from
discovery so that no one would know of our private paradise.
Did you notice?
The dejected look on my face when the hand of reality struck
my cheek?
Did you see the wound it left when it finally dawned on me
that all we could ever be was friends?
It ripped my heart in half.
Did you notice?
Would You?
If I gave you my heart, would you treasure it?
If I told you how much I love you, would you measure it?
And if I told you how beautiful you are to me,
would you find great pleasure in it?
If I complimented your sensuous lips, would you kiss me?
If I told you I'm aroused by your sexy hips, would you dis me?
And if I had to go away for a long period of time,
would you, my love, miss me?
If I'm mesmerized by your sweet soft eyes, would you seize me?
If I laid myself between your luscious thighs, would you tease me?
And if I desired to take you to another level,
would you return the favor and please me?
If I softly kissed your breast, a wonder to behold, could you feel me?
If I whispered in your ear words more precious than gold,
would it thrill thee?
And if I submitted to be your slave until time grows old,
would you encase me in your heart and fulfill me?
Tell Me
I am a simplistic individual,
direct and to the point. I have no patience with puzzles
or in solving riddles with ease.
I have no ability to predict the future,
much less what goes on in your mind,
and though I really want to please you,
understand these things take time.
I want to be there for you
and know what makes you groove,
yet you continue to keep me guessing
with your unpredictable moods.
You think I should know your emotions
like when to cuddle or when to have sex
or when you want to take it slow
instead of rushing to that final climax.
Please understand I want to please you.
You know inside I really do.
But I can't understand this secret
you keep locked up inside of you.
We can make every moment precious
if you want what's best for you.
Just tell me; don't have me guessing
what it is you want me to do.
(Continues...)
Excerpted from Love Scenarios by Glenn S. Adams Copyright © 2012 by Glenn S. Adams. Excerpted by permission of iUniverse, Inc.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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