Iambic pentameter Stories

It may be only make-believe but realenough for us until the season's sighscan drift and melt our dreams' reality.A time for us to touch. Caressing blisswith every cat-like purr of vibrant trust.We move along the patterns of the gridthat maps our place, our home within this worldthat lives expands and grows with every smile. It's only make-believe but still, it makesus free. Enough to see perfection growninto emotions trie...

It is a time I should remember well,the feelings special still when I recall.It may be true the thoughts of you are spreadacross the years and visions do not cometo me as I would wish that they might do. If you should ever pass me by I'd knowthat you were one so pure, so precious inmy life both then and now. A magic truththat will not leave my mind and still goes onremaining in my heart to share my soul. But tiresome is t...

The days grow short, your time runs out but lovewill never die. You simply must acceptthat it has come to you once more. Acceptthe way you have so many times before. You know that it is true; just look at themand realize the honesty they smile. They smile at you with winning eyes and sighsas both of you join arms and dance again.You dance, ignoring twilight falling soon.Your soul embraces love, it trusts once more,and nev...

Vast distances awash in silvered dust,Across the sandy dunes the horses trot.Late coming now but soon to tarry here, Ere nighttime falls his band of men encamp. None dare to speak to him of memories past.This feast day of Saint Valentine arrivedIn gusting weather, blowing winds most ill. Now as the daylight dies the party rests.Endearing looks, enticing eyes of green. Emotions never lost, still live within. Now rising up...