Ramblings of an Old, Romantic Soul

  Beauty, grace, and elegance charm beyond compare; flawless skin, coquettish smile, perfectly coiffed hair. Classy, with a fashion sense thrifty with a dime; kindly, prudent, and humble, selfless with her time. Principled, considerate chose a Godly life; a paragon of virtue, loyal, loving wife. Seven children, all adored never thinking twice; filled with years of happiness, love and sacrifice. Epitome of graciousness words convey, extol; the beauty of Carmella, gentle heart and soul. Kristina M. Hooper, 8/14/2022

  Memories, some fresh, some not invade my thoughts today being held within your arms,  you promising to stay Remembering each tingle each whisper on my skin spoken words, so tenderly all lies, to my chagrin. Betrayal stings, wounds the heart nostalgic days are tough Wistful, bereft spirit sighs, my love was not enough Kristina M. Hooper 8/02/2022

Going through motions, ‘cause that’s what I do pretending to care a damn about you. Thinking I’d rather be anywhere but wanting to break free to make a clean cut. Knowing I cannot keep up this charade convincing myself of love long decayed Believing that you must feel this divide facing the knowledge our sweet love has died. Breaking away so this pretense can cease Craving now only some 'semblance of peace. Kristina M. Hooper 8/11/2022

  Sitting, waiting nothing to lose, pondering on my missing muse. Faint and fickle without a trace return to me reveal thy face. Long has it been since she inspired, this poet heart is weak and tired. Patiently here,  with glass of wine, come back once more oh muse of mine.  Pretty, pretty please? Kristina M. Hooper, 8/3/2022

I am numb. I am lost.  my heart feels the frost. the loss of you overwhelms takes me to another realm where silence now reigns supreme and teardrops are a steady stream i cannot sing. i cannot dance while searching for another glance of your face, so sweet and fair time lingers, i am so aware our time, our love, was so brief how strange this is, pain and grief Kristina M. Hooper 7/27/2022 Photo credit to Kathryn A. Knauer