Category: Love

Sometimes there is little on which to go
When the candle of love is flickering low;
But it is a flame that is easily fed:
A look, or a touch, or the right word said,
And up it leaps with a cheerful flare
To full new life, from the smallest care,
Undernourished and half alive–
Breathed upon tenderly, love will thrive.

by Ray Romine Friday, September 2, 1949

While she is gone, there should be a reprieve,
But none exists that I can now perceive,
Since others take her place to such effect
That I am still unable to direct
My life along the way that I believe.

So, all the peace and quiet I receive
Are insufficient, even, to relieve
The pall of pleasures–which I should reJect
While she is gone.

And yet, who would these pleasures all unweave,
So he might sit in silence, would deceive
His very conscience, and he would neglect
The only thing he’s trying to protect:
Contentment isn’ t easy to achieve
While she is gone.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 14, 1946

I’m sure that I shall never dream
About a one more lovely:
You standing there, your eyes alight;
I kissed you, heavens abovely!

Dreams are so vague–should I tribute pay
To YOU–or your black-lace negliee??

by Ray Romine Sunday, May 16, 1943

NOW say, my heart, those perfect words
I phrase when she’s away;
Describe the things my spirit sings–
Get going, feet of clay!

Yet I’ll forgive my craven heart.
When my hand holds hers captured
We need no speech; the pauses each
Convince us we ‘re enraptured!

by Ray Romine Sunday, February 25, 1951

Don’t castigate me, bawl me out,
Nor go so far, please, as to shout
My known shortcomings far and wide:
There is, you know, this thing called pride.
Beat me, rather; kick and shove
Than speak ill of the one I love!

by Ray Romine Saturday, December 1, 1951

Tell me, my darling, if you’re bored:
Tell me when I misuse you;
For, of all the things I can ill afford,
I can least afford to lose you!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 22, 1946

You have intruded on my heart;
You brighten up my dreams;
In my least thought you have a part;
You enter all my schemes.

Your face glows from the fireplace logs,
From billboards, and from flowers;
It lightens up November fogs,
And smiles at me from towers.

At movies, YOU’RE the current rage;
You’re every star that shines;
And even on the printed page,
You get between the lines.

But–warning!–trespass warily,
For you, let me confess,
Are quite the nicest part of me,
All but saying Yes!

by Ray Romine Thursday, May 22, 1952

Diamonds from hidden mines;
Fruit from exotic garden vines;
Vases born of ancient arts-
Priceless things, but lacking hearts.

Beside all these, my wants are few:
One kiss–so it comes from you.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, May 3, 1950

The girl says “No” and her poor lad
Who sends his anguish rafterward,
Should not. He’ll find, should she change her mind,
That emtion useful afterward.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, December 30, 1952

Twelve full years our love hast known;
I pause tonight end dream.
For twelve full years our love hast grown–
How brief they truly seem!

Child wert thou then, but even so–
Such beauty shown from thee,
In aura holy’round thy heed–
It captivated me.

Twelve full years of thee, my love
Have made me love thee more:
Joy I find in heav’n ebove
Will have been mine before.

In rippling verse I’ve lauded some
Of nature’s forms divine,
But words do fail me, lovely one
When seeking praise for thine.

Patient, non-complaining sweet,
Rewarded shalt thou be
When thou dost reach those pearly gates,
For PUTTING UP WITH ME!

by Ray Romine Sunday, October 26, 1941