ajwrites57

she d ❤ es scrimshaw she does scrimshaw on roses, her velvety touch, she does marvelous work maybe a little too much she uses red ones and white ones and pink ones too you'd be amazed at the carving that she can do she engraves love symbols, like hearts and flowers she can do this so long, for hours and hours she started her scroll-work in another place, too lately she carves on my heart, what can i do? my heart trembles and shivers when she sculpts away she's taken to doing this everyday she carefully, softly, carves with her scrimshander's art i can feel the markings when we're apart deftly, her fine tools carve and create i sit still for her artwork, no matter how late she's engraved her name in the center, so deep she said it's forever, it's there for keeps i never objected and i never will her artistry enthralls me her love ever fills © 2015 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ More love poetry  here.

Red Roses dear The day is setting, down goes the sun. Now is the time, dear, for an evening of fun. Draw the shades, dear, and lower the lights. It's gonna be one of those wild, crazy nights. Light some candles and pour out some wine. Soon, my dear, we'll both feel so fine. Open the fireplace, set a hot fire, Our time tonight, dear, our heart's desire. Fluff up the pillows, dear, get ready to play. Soon we will be having fun, our own funny way. Make sure your toes, dear, are cozy and warm, Smell the sweet roses, get into rare form. It's time to perform the lessons we've learned, Time to get paid, dear, the dues we have earned. Set up all of the pieces, lay them all out, Dear, this game of Monopoly, is what love is all about. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Jaqueline