Category: Love

I thought that I could love her
When with her I ate a snack
And I did ’til I discovered
That she drank her coffee black.

by Ray Romine Thursday, January 25, 1934

Time winged away and left this man behind,
A “Lesser Poet” to the most of us.
Why, my Lit. Teacher, normally inclined
To sympathy, got rid of him without a fuss .
I had forgotten him, and what he wrote
Til, browsing in an old bookstore one day,
I came across “To Mary”, and it smote
Me right across the soul–how else to say
It, when one little verse bored deep inside
Me, healed or put old musty fears to rout,
Touched depths unplumbed, and from their settings pried
A host of troubles and a cloud of doubt?
Call this poet Minor; snub, or reprimand–
His Love for Mary is a thing I understand….

Ray Romine

by Ray Romine Saturday, November 12, 1949

The subtle love of man for man
Is something we cannot understand;
But we who know it embrace with care
A human attainment the Angels share .

by Ray Romine Monday, July 7, 1947

You say the best of friends must part.
Perhaps it’s just as well that way.
Could be, for us, a brand new start
Is just the thing–let’s us be gay!
I’ll laugh at love; I’ll sneer and snort;
I’ll flash a wise, superior smile
As other Two’s themselves disport
In their inane and puerile style.
Yet, life sans you is sans romance,
And we were such a happy pair…

–You might give me just one more chance?
HoId it, darling–I’ll be there!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 8, 1946

I thought the ultimate in blue
I’d found in eyes when I met you;
And then I started watching skies
And bluebirds. I apologize
For doubting, since the ocean’s hue,
Forget-me-not’s and gentian’s too,
All pale beside the lights that dance
Square-centered in my sweetheart’s glance.

by Ray Romine Saturday, February 24, 1951

The shy, emerging buds of spring
Peer out in blinking mild surprise
To hear the happy bluebird sing,
And watch the hungry grasses rise.

But you and I have dropped our pride!
No miracle the spring imparts,
However done, can stand beside
The wonder of love-opened hearts.

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 6, 1951