Ageless Love ~ Poetry Collection~

Twilight Ballad
By
La Belle Rouge

I will play thee a twilight ballad
upon gossamer strings of my heart
and sing to thee arias of enchantment
til at dawn we will dread to part
I will dance with thee like a zephyr
bearing fragrance of lilac and rose
and we will let our imagination drift
to unearthly mystic places it flows


I will conjure for thee a rainbow
and butterflies to kiss thy lips
Make for thee a strong love potion
and offer its sweetness in sips
I will gather a handful of stars
and present them as a gift
to rival the glimmer of loving eyes
as love’s moonlight torch we lift


I will make for us a bed
upon verdant summer grass
There I will give thee silken flesh
and passion fruits enough to last
until hunger be satiated and
honeyed nectar quenches thy thirst
and thou shall forget all former loves
as if I be thy only and first


I will weave for thee a tapestry
of emerald, scarlet and gold
and write a sonnet of my love
upon its flowing silken folds
I will give to thee my pledge
that though the Earth be grown old
you shall forever have my heart
and my feminine hand to hold


© 7-3-2003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers”





Within The Fire
By
La Belle Rouge


As yet I seek to solace my soul
With tokens of thy love unfeigned
With touches of silk
Dulcet velvet kisses
Paradise portals to be gained


Unpretentious are the words of love
Thou dost whisper in my ear
With longing lexis
And sighs of desire
My heart doth lose all fear


In pathways unsought and secret
Thy love leads me by the hand
In silvered moonlight
Or candle golden soft
Ways of passion to understand


Let me be unto thee a fragrant flower
Never bruised by hand of man
With velvet petals
And honeyed nectar
Its sweet scent at your command


In giving to thee, My Dearest Love
Womanly charms of thy desire
I do find myself
A goddess of love
Worshiped within thy fire


© 8-15-2003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers”



Her Song
By
La Belle Rouge

She sang from her soul
as purple twilight fell
and over the crashing waves
her voice carried well
Far out over the turbulent sea
like a marshmallow cloud
falling soft as a kiss
then growing loud

She sang of her sorrow
and lamented her pain
From the well of her heart
forgotten tears fell again
She never imagined
beyond her grief-filled world
a brave seafaring man
would hear the song of a girl

The first time he heard it
His heart was wounded
as with the prick of a sword
and each time thereafter
it could not be ignored
Day after day embracing sorrow
and waiting for her melody
to begin on the morrow

Each tragedy she suffered
became a mournful song
too private and hidden
for any to sing along
But far out on the waves
a handsome seafaring man
listened enchanted each day
and began to understand

He set his course toward
the sound of her dulcet voice
and prayed that the Gods
would bless his choice
But waves rose high
with a strong boisterous wind
And he despaired of ever
touching land again

He fought like a tiger
the howling of the storm
fought for his life and to
rescue the songtress from harm
The ship broke apart
sinking silently into the deep
He would perish with only
her song’s memory to keep

Awakening on an unknown shore
Head cradled in her lap
tender hands caressed him
His memory a fevered gap
He kissed her sweet lips softly
and knew that ere long
his love would transform
sorrow to joy in her song

© 9-9-2003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers”



The Token
By
La Belle Rouge


~Never To Be Parted~

This token she offered
with her love proffered
White silk handkerchief
trimmed in lace
Pulled warm from
her bosom where it lay
Sweet scent of her skin
Infused to stay

Dream of me she asked
and no matter the task
of war and death
you must face
bury your senses
in this token of love
and you’ll feel my touch
against your face

She kissed his lips
with fire of desire
and pressed the token
into his waiting hand
Keep it ever close to
your heart, she begged
and soon, My Knight
you will understand

That distance cannot
conquer love’s strength
nor loneliness end
passion’s dream
My Love, I shall
be ever by thy side
though far away
I may seem

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dream of me, he said
while upon your bed
you rest in slumber sweet
and I shall sail upon the wind
there with thee to meet
I shall press thee to my heart
You will feel me more than near
I will sing of love to thee
and wipe away each tear

I shall kiss thy lips of dulcet fire
while in thy arms I lay
Pleasure shared between us
until the break of day
Keep this lock of my hair
in the locket near thy heart
Thou hast but to speak my name
to know we shall never be apart

He held her close and
felt her true beautiful heart
beating so near his own
It was a night he’d remember
during long nights he was gone
He stroked the red silk of
smooth soft hair and
kissed her long and deep
They took their fill of love
before they fell asleep

Next morn he pressed her token
beneath his heavy armor
just as she had spoken
Next to his brave heart
and upon proud white steed
his war bound journey did start
I shall return for thee alone, My Lady
and never more shall we be apart

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The war raged on
and he longed for home
and the comfort of her arms
Fighting long and well
he risked his life and
prayed she was free from harm
but nevermore were they to be
together safe and warm

After the battle he was found
sword through noble chest
lying on the bloody ground
No longer his brave heart to pound
His eyes closed in death
tender smile upon his face
clutched in his hands
a white token of silk and lace

She had waited long and
hoped to the end
for him to return and
their life to begin
She was found that night
alone in her bed
Her face in sweet repose
but the Lady was dead

In her delicate fingers
there lay entwined
a lock of dark hair
a love locked in time
Now in deep woodland trails
on moonlight nights to be seen
a Knight and his Lady
ride a proud white ghost steed
© 4-19-2003 La Belle Rouge



Ancient Flame
By
La Belle Rouge

It’s been dark an eternity
Too dark to know what direction
would finally lead to a ray of light
or a small spark of warmth
I’ve been cold a long night
like an ancient one resting
in a coffin of thick ice for centuries
perfectly preserved but lifeless
Numb with pain, mislaid in obscurity
unmoving, untouched, unloved
Waiting for a distant flaming sun
to awaken desire to live again


Your eyes gazed into mine and
saw life no one else had visioned
When at last you spoke to me
of suns and sacred rites of love
the warm breath of your soul
melting my frigid crystallized world
I shivered in wonder and fear
as my opening eyes focused
on the fire that leaped from yours
and recognized the flame that
had once burned within them too
ancient, mystical and hot


A fragrant white flower of antiquity
plucked up and pressed between
yellowing pages of time’s volume
unseen un-treasured, unloved
I waited in silence to know again
warm touch of familiar hands
the recognizable mystic flow of
sacred waters to end my drought
restore the subtle smoothness
of petals parched in life’s desert
Whisper to me Sweet Stranger
Are you the Sun, are you the River?
© 1-17-03 La Belle Rouge





Love's Hidden Flower
By
La Belle Rouge

From deepest ice of Winter’s tomb
All life appears but lost

Though embrace of ice is but a womb
And love will pay the cost

With gentle reaching toward the one
Love’s hidden flower moves

And love will find the waiting sun
Who will all her beauty choose
© 1-17-03 La Belle Rouge





As Long
By
La Belle Rouge

As long as love is mine to give
I shall love thee
So long as I have breath
My love for thee shall be
Spoken of each new morn
And eventide shall find me
Lost in the heaven of your eyes
The heart within my breast
Doth beat only and ever for thee
All that I am or ever shall be
I give without reserve
To thee alone, eternally
For none other has ever
So deeply touched my soul
Awakened my body
Captured completely my heart
You are in truth, the soulmate
Oft only possessed in dreams
The completion of all I am
Or can ever aspire to be
The other, more beautiful
And stronger part of me
Beloved companion,
Throughout time
And for eternity
As long as love is mine to give
I shall love thee


Ride Away With Me
By
La Belle Rouge

Ride away with me, My Dearest Love
On strong steed swift as wind
And we shall witness such wonders
As we have never nor shall again
Beyond all chains that bind us
Away from burdensome care
A land of magical mists shall find us
At twilight resting there

Ride away with me, My Dearest Love
Into russet sunset’s glare
They will look for us in prison
Oh, but they'll not find us there
At crystal steams we’ll quench love’s thirst
And sing together a song dulcet sweet
While wonder enthralled universe
Lies listening, enchanted at our feet

Ride away with me, My Dearest Love
If only for a stolen day
Let not honor cold nor duty dead
Convince us here to stay
And though we know return we must
Before another day’s rising sun
We’ll sleep together 'neath fantasy's stars
Where reality and dreams are one
11/15/02



Love Not Lost
By
La Belle Rouge

Though myriad of days
And distance too great
For eyes to vision thee again
Impede the touch of hands
And pleasured joining of lips,
Yet there be nought
Of Earth, Hell below,
Nor Heaven above,
That shall ever remove
The memory sweet of thee
Which dwells richly in my heart
Until it ceases to beat,
And even then, if so be
That life continues
We know not where,
And love be eternal;
Then eternally shall
Our hearts live on,
Entwined together
In the love that has been
So sorrowfully denied us here.

Weep not for love known
Then appearing to be lost,
For that which lives on
Within the breaking heart
Yet giving warmth and sustainance
Can never be lost indeed,
But only sweetened by
Dreams of gentle passion shared,
The swift passing of time
And oft shed tears.
Love once deeply shared
Without mask or deceit
Hath become and shall ever be
Too precious and potent
To ever be overthrown
By time or distance
Life or death



Come To Me Before Winter
By
La Belle Rouge

Long shadows falling
Daylight fades fast
On brown and russet world
Almost empty branches reaching out
Bare and chilled, in frost bitten night
Trying to remember Summer
Wishing for another Spring
Only but a few days remain
Of sunlit warmth, Indian Summer
Then winter’s frigid death will cover
All the beauty of once subtle green
And bright hues of hazy brisk Autumn
Will you come to me, My Love,
Before Winter?

Will we know only once more
The consuming heat of passion’s summer sun
As it shines out of season for us alone
And though we dare not walk
Openly together under it’s warmth
Will we once again know its hot embrace
Or will snows of confusion and doubt
Lie heavy upon and smother our warming hearts
As delicate chains fashioned of ice
Entwine themselves ever more tightly
Until we lie still and cold in winter’s death
Where we cease to struggle and rest at last
From any thawing of youth and desire
Or will you come to me, My Love,
Before Winter?


Weep Not My Love
By
La Belle Rouge

Weep not, My Love
For days long past disappeared
Beyond unseen horizon's door
Dwell not in dreams of innocence
Spoiled too soon by naive race
Toward unknown tomorrow
The sad situation of youth
Being we know not its value
Until it has perished
Like prophet and poet
Despised in their strength
Venerated in death
Laurel wreaths unjustly withheld
Cemetery wreaths foreshadow
So it is that which most highly prized
And closely guarded should be
Is cast aside in careless hurry
To be quickly rid of it

Weep not for days of teasing play
And nights of sweet sin’s discovery
They sleep now in sealed tomb of time
Beyond our tears and recovery’s hope
Some things done can never undone be
Like innocence lost too hastily
And bloody stench of death
Imprinted on souls too soon
Forced to kill lest they die
Childhood too far removed to vision
Youth too painful to remember
Love gained, love lost
Or stark numbing realization
It was never known at all
Lifetime spent in mourning
That which was or should have been
Until all that is left are tears

Weep not, My Love
For other loves held fast
Now In memory’s cold embrace alone
For other times and faded places
Overgrown paths never to be walked again
Hold only to that which with tangible evidence
Is all of life and love that remains to us
Hold fast to love’s present offerings
Kiss the lips of those you can yet touch
Reality of flesh against your flesh
Heated warmth of blood still coursing
And heart beating against yours
Weep not, My Love
For days and loves long past disappeared
But weep for those now present
That we are too afraid to live
11/5/02



Lady's Lament
By
La Belle Rouge

Why art thou gone so long from me
My Brave Knight, My Hero Of Love?
Hath some evil fate befallen thee,
Perhaps a fierce dragon
Stronger than thy sword
Hath defeated thee and taken away
The life of the heart so noble and true
That did beat within thy breast;
Or some enemy with black intention
And cunning design against thee
Hath prevailed and you lie still and cold
Upon some distant field of battle.

Each morning I send to thee, My Hero,
A message carried upon the arms of the wind,
Pledging my undying love for thee alone;
And at eventide the bittersweet melody
Of my longing heart is borne to thee
In the haunting song of the nightengale.
Return to me, My Knight, for I am
Filled with forboding fearfulness
And sick of unfulfilled love for thee.
Return and end my yearning
With the touch of thy strong yet gentle hands
And the flame of kisses equal to my fire.

Why art thou gone so long from me,
My Brave Knight, My Hero Of Love?
If thy heart doth yet live
Is it still for me, Thy Lady,
That each beat speaks of my beauty
And the love that dwells there for me alone?
Do you lie lonely, in some wilderness
In darkness of night and call my name
As I do lie upon our bed and call thine?
Return to me, My Knight, for I am filled
With forboding fearfulness,
And sick of unfulfilled love for thee.


Lady's Delight
By
La Belle Rouge

Rising from lonely slumber
And dreams of what has been,
I hasten to yon window
Purple and golden sun fingers
Caress gray sky of twilight.
Body and soul longing for thee still,
My Brave Knight, My Hero Of Love.
Eyes weary with weeping
Fall upon movement on distant hilltop.
Steed standing proud and majestic
In last rays of warmth.
Familiarity grasps my senses.

Can it be? Dare I to think, to hope?
Hast thou returned at last to me
Thou Conqueror Of Evil,
Thou Prince Of Passion?
Figure seated atop proud stallion
More proud and majestic than he!
Straight of back, armor gleaming,
Bright sword drawn and lifted in salute.
It is he, my heart sings, it is he!
No time to don wimple and dress
Or slippers upon feet hastening to thee.
Let me run swiftly as wind upon the storm.

I move, I run as one still in a dream
Sighs of relief escaping my lips
That long to be kissed by thine.
Quickly I move, as a young lioness
Apprehending her prey.
You see me in the distance
And urging thy mount onward
Swiftly you move to my side.
Even before you can dismount
Our arms do enfold and wanton lips meet
In kiss of passion’s flame.
My Brave Knight, My Hero of love, I sigh.

I have returned, My Beautiful Lady,
Though fierce warfare and great peril
Hunger and thirst, fiery breath of dragon
And Hell itself did conspire to destroy me
And to banish me forever from thy side,
I have returned My Lady, to and for thee alone.
The thought of thy love awaiting me
Did give me cause to triumph and live
I have returned to share pledged love with thee
Come let us take our fill of sweetest love
For in time I must ride away from thy arms
Once again to overcome and destroy evil.

Then come into our chamber, My Knight,
There in softest light of candle
Serenaded by nightingales song,
Let me there surrender unto thee, My Love,
All the sweet fruits of the love of my body and soul
Which have long languished
In anticipation of thy return.
Let us spend ourselves
This night in passion’s warmth
And on the morrow the rising sun shall find us
Resting peacefully, contentedly
In one another’s arms.

My heart doth sing
And my flesh trembles with untold joy
For thou hast at last returned to me
My Brave Knight, My Hero Of Love!



Forever Sealed
By
La Belle Rouge

Doth the seeking heart
Always find
That for which
Its quest be made?
Or hopeless quest alone
Become the heart's reward?

Is love declared
Yet which lies dying
Aknowledged not, nor requited,
Still to be treasured
Bearing same ageless sweetness
As love of devotion returned?

If there be an eternity
Do those who blindly pass
Through unseen doors
Into unknown dwelling, remember;
And at such remembrance
Doth brief smile
Lighten the countenance
Or tear of remorse
Fall from immortal eye
Sealing forever the memory?

If it so be that memory endure
When I have entered that place,
Then let all those remembrances
That do fill my mortal heart
With the fragrance, sight
Voice and touch of thee
Be forever sealed
In my immortality
By lingering smiles and tears
Of my undying devotion.


The Unfolding Rose
By
La Belle Rouge

If Noble Gentleman would a Lady know
Then he must patient be
For a Lady is like a tender rose
With fragrant petals
He may not yet see.

The petals of her mind
The fragrance of her heart
Will not be known by him
Until the Gentleman starts
To make her feel she is the only rose
Who has ever pricked his heart!

With tender words and gentle touch
He soon her trust shall win,
And if she draws away from him
He must start his pursuit again.

For like a rose she's easily bruised
And he must know from the start
She will not trust just any man
To be owner of her heart.

The Gentleman must prove his worth
And offer devotion complete,
Before the petals open
To release love's fragrance sweet.

And the Gentleman's patience
Shall be more than repaid
For if he untiringly woos her
Soon will come the day,
The petals will finally open
To reveal her heart and soul.
When with the blooming of the rose
It's full sweet fragrance he knows.



Always A Lady
By
La Belle Rouge

A Southern Belle is always a lady.
She acts like a saint,
Even if a little shady!
Hiding behind her pretty, lace fan
She knows how to always get her man.
She speaks soft and low
With a slow Southern drawl
Things like, "I declare,
Bless your heart and ya'll."
She batts her lashes
And pretends to pout.
It's enough to pull
A man's heartstrings out!
She's not opposed to
Showing a little skin
If it makes the Gentleman
Want to visit her again.

She's full of charm
And sensuous appeal,
So sugah sweet
It could make you ill.
With magnolia blossoms
And candlelight
She makes the Gentleman
Feel if he might
Die in her arms
It would be all right!
The poor Gentleman has no chance.
She's wise about
Southern nights and romance.
The way she pursues him
Is never clear;
He ends up thinking
It was all his idea!


I Can No Longer Wait
By
La Belle Rouge

In the Antebellum South, honor and vows were not to be broken at almost any cost. There were many loveless, arranged marriages and when a woman was widowed, the rules of society decreed that she be in mourning, wearing black and not accepting suitors for a full year. This poem is set during that time and place in history.

I can no longer wait, My Love
Thought decency demands we do
He’s been gone almost a year
And I’m so in love with you
The black dress and the veil
In public I continue to wear
While I lie fevered alone in bed
Longing for you there

I can no longer wait, My Love
Though a year be not fully done
Two years before he died
I knew you were the one
Cold duty kept me bound
And honor kept you away
But I can no longer wait
I need your love today

I can no longer wait, Mon Cher
To feel your touch of flame
With pleasured sighs of passion
To hear you call out my name
I need to feel your lips
Brushing against my skin
I must have your love
Before this long day ends

I can no longer wait to feel
You hot flesh touching mine
We’ve waited over three years
For honor and passing of time
I can no longer wait, Mon Cher
So make me wait no more
Let strong arms lift and carry me
Through that bedroom door


Through The Mists
~A Sonnet of Love~
By
La Belle Rouge

Once they beat so far apart
Yet so near in need
Two solitary hopeless hearts
For love’s gentle rain did bleed
Sore and wounded in fierce fight
Of lifelong struggle to find
Comfort in dark lonely night
By embrace of love sublime
Reaching out by chance did touch
One heart upon the other
Fearing yet longing yearning much
Love’s mystic fire to uncover
Two hearts seeking love to find
Through the mists and years of time

Two hearts lost in passion’s flame
Entwined in devotion true
Beating forever together the same
Possessed by emotions new
Two lover’s lips joining now
In kisses hot like summer sun
Neither sure of when and how
Two lives entangled as one
Two bodies lost in ecstasy
Two souls never again the same
Contented loving happy to be
Playing lover’s games
Soulmates who true love did find
Through the mists and years of time

Two hearts torn asunder at last
As one must pass through the door
And the other now lives in the past
Where they beat together as before
One grieving heart labors on this side
The other soars high away
Unmoved by love’s sorrowed tears cried
Or entreaties for them to stay
Two hearts asunder torn
But as one they continue to beat
For love forever hearts doth join
In everlasting communion sweet
Two hearts together themselves will find
Through the mists and years of time

Letters To Love
A Sonnet Trilogy
By
La Belle Rouge

~1~ Love’s Budding

Dear Love
I pen these thoughts to thee alone
Having found firmly and at last
The resting place of passion’s home
No longer prisoner to the past
His face and form of beauty
His words of dulcet sound
My life’s most pleasant duty
At last in love is clearly found
He is the mystic lover
For whom my soul has searched
It matters not to me whether
We be banded and churched
For love has budded in my heart
Never from him to be apart


~2~ Love’s Bloom

Dear Love
I lie awake to write to you once more
Of full bloom of love’s sweet rose
And total opening of hot passion’s door
And now my heart eternally knows
It could never want nor hope for more
Than a love that satisfies and grows
Giving pleasure and comfort sure
The night with moonlight joy now glows
As I became a lioness, no longer demure
And all my love to him now shows
In passion strong and devotion pure
In sheltering arms my soul is known and knows
For love has bloomed fully in my heart
Never from him to be apart


~3~ Love’s Demise

Dear Love
I scarce can hold the pen to write
For grief upon my soul doth heavily lie
I sit in my chamber alone tonight
And muse of how love so quickly did die
After waves of soft pleasure and delight
I discovered too late his treacherous lie
And now you alone, Love, know my plight
As I sit alone in the dark and question why
Was not my love deemed warm and right
As still I hear his strong pleasured sigh
And I dread to see the morrow’s light
And the rest of life’s days to go by
For love has murdered my trusting heart
Evermore from him to be apart
10/16/02

Copyright 7/27/2002 2002 La Belle Rouge



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