Category: Love

Let’s treat it, dear, as though today
Were all there is before us;
And make each second count its share
Of love and living for us!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 1, 1946

You were a little insincere
In many things you’ve said and done;
That you lied, too, is crystal-clear,
In calling me the only one.

What I saw once, I see no more
In you: your kind is not for me.
But this I do admire you for:
You brushed me off so gracefully!

by Ray Romine Friday, August 30, 1946

Two days ago the wrens returned
(You kept me posted through the pain).
Today you saw a dogwood bloom;
Tomorrow I’ll be home again.

Where back paths seek the river’s edge
We’ll stroll there hand in hand, my dear,
To see the changes in a month,
And count the ways the spring is here!

by Ray Romine Thursday, April 29, 1954

Oh, girl who graced my dream last night,
I can’t forget your lips and eyes.
Dream-one, please cease
And go in peace,
Or, better yet–materialize!

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 13, 1952

This year how barren is the sight
Of gently falling leaves;
For each is one more page of time
Escaped, to one who grieves.
“The summer gone–all hope is lost,”
Their rustling chorus chants;
This , too, the dirge within my heart ,
For I have lost–romance.

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 14, 1946

All the things my senses have
Catalogued, iike shimmering
Sunsets, mountains, storms at sea;
Violets, the smell of spring;
Gardenias at a summer dance;
Praise from lips of smiling friends;
Bird-song in the garden’s dusk;
The taste of smoke as summer ends-
Each sensation, old or new,
Fades, beside the thought of you.

by Ray Romine Monday, March 27, 1950

A vision of undying beauty met mine lowly eyes,
My heart at tender gaze atood still: my soul in wild surmise
Did leap beyond this sordid life by earthly fence confined;
Her face undreamt of portals opened to my work-drugged mind.

But stay- -what is this craven feeling; trembling at our knees?
Why seems our eye to vacillate st sight of charms like these?
What mean we “man” dost this earth rule when woman’s glance, no more,

Will make the big, the brave, the strong quake deep in every pore?
When maiden small can lead a man, though he be twice her size,
To Hell and back, completely, by the rolling of her eyes?

by Ray Romine Friday, October 31, 1941

I stand enthralled
Upon the heights
To watch the bald
Bright harbor lights.

The fireflies,
Winking, loom
Like cheerful eyes
To part the gloom.

Above, benign,
The stars smile down
And, smug, outshine
The lamps of town.

But brightest flame
I ever knew
My heart can blame
On love–and you!

by Ray Romine Saturday, May 13, 1950

“Is it fair for a woman to trap a man?”
Is the subject of many a quiz. Fair?
It is (I’m emphatic) according to plan–
If you want him what other way is there??

by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 13, 1952

When all I see today is back to dust
Along with me, and mine; when all I’ve earned
Is spent, and what it bought decayed or burned,
Or waiting out the years in silent rust;
When my ambitions die, as die they must;
When lessons of today are all unlearned;
When intellect has flickered out; when spurned
Are all life’s details over which we fussed,

Oh will this smile of yours I love be, too,
Concealed; all locked within one grain of sand
That moves in fright each time the winds shall blow?
Your smile a waste?–This love of mine for you
Sees flowers blooming in that distant land
All sweeter, for their having you to know.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, November 28, 1945