My Choice
Why would I need the heat of the sun
when I have the warmth of your touch
so let your soft fingers caress my soul
Who cares about caviar or fine cuisine
I have you to nourish my aching hunger
just feed me loving from your breast
I don’t need a mansion or grand castle
If I had my choice the decision is simple
I would prefer to die at your doorstep
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Photo is a selfie taken by Dominican model Karina Ovalles. Karina & her parents granted me permission to use this photo and others for my creative cause. Lonely Author feels a little awkward calling her my niece, since many of you know my daughter is my only living blood relative. She is my wife’s niece. But Karina and I agree, she is my second daughter and I am proud to be her second father.
Moving, touching words…beautiful.
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Smiling. Thank you so much for stopping by to read.
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My pleasure…
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This poem is crazy, I just crazy loved it!
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Smiling. Thank you so much. I am happy you enjoyed. And grateful you stopped by to read.
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Karina is a beautiful lady. Your words evokes different emotions in my mind. I see my little ones gurgling happily with curled toes whilst breastfeeding….wistful thoughts of times past
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Smiling. Obviously, my poem has nothing to do with the young lady. I wanted to attach a lovely photo. Interesting to hear your interpretation. Thank you for that.
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Delightful and Charming…like your niece (in-law). 😉
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Is that the correct term? Niece-in-law? Thank you so much for reading.
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Ha! Ha! Not sure if it is…. 😉 Useful, though.
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Smiling. I am sure some commentor will let me know. Have a good one.
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Glad to to see the chimp is still using his own material or material that he has been given permission to use. After all, we don’t want the chimp to break any laws do we….!
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No this chimp wouldn’t look good in orange prison uniform. LOL
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No, it would need to be banana yellow…. 😉
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LOL
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What beautiful words, what eloquent thoughts they express!! I dreamed last night of people loving one another, supporting each other. Then I am greeted with this while drinking my first cup of coffee, and I realized you have set the mood for me today. Thank you!
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Aw, that is so sweet of you to say. We should always try to set our morning moods to peace and love. And here I am drinking my cup of coffee reading your kind thoughts. Wonderful. Thanks for reading.
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Beautiful, in every sense of the word.
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Smiling. Thank you my friend.
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You’re so good at writing emotions. Something about those first two lines… I don’t know… I just love them. And your niece/second daughter is beautiful.
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Aw, thanks. I wrote those first two lines about a month ago and have been stuck ever since. Honestly, I don’t like the rest of this piece, noit the way I love those first two lines. Thanks for ther lovely words for Karina. I will pass it on. And thanks for stopping by. I love to read your comments. Thanks
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It happens to me often that I have a few lines I love but the rest never truly comes together the way I hoped… sometimes the rest never lives up to those first lines. I have a word document with a bunch of 2 or 3 or 4 line parts that I’ve yet to build around. Maybe someday I’ll just take all of it in its mismatched jumble and post it as is. Haha. 🙂
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lol I usually write the last line of my poems first and get inspired there. Not happened with this piece. Those first two lines intimidated me. Never fond the appropriate verse to continue it.
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Oh yeah, the first lines I write rarely turn out to be the first lines of the poem… More often the end!
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I should have done that with this one.
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Just wait a little while and use them again at the end of a new piece. No one will notice. 😉 or… someone will notice which is fine, too!
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Thank you. Smiling hard.
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beautiful.. and the poem too. Smiles.
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Smiling. Thank you. And thanks for reading.
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I love your mood Andrew, it makes you write beautifully heartfelt words 🙂
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Thank you. You made me smile. Life’s challenges have sent me to a place of peace and love. Big reason I hope to leave this city for quieter pastures.
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Welcome and I am glad to have made you smile and even gladder that you are in a place of peace and love. Best place to be my friend. I totally understand your desire to be in quieter pastures. Personally I am privileged to be able to live in Dubai yet have a very quiet home full of peace (when the kids are not making me yank my hair out – which is quite rare thankfully).
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Laughing so hard. You live in such a lovely place. That is exactly what I want a home without the noise of the big city. Hope to relocate in 2017 or 2018.
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It is lovely but I think I would prefer some nice place in the countryside with a lot of trees, meadows and a small brook running through the extended garden 😀
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That is exactly what I am aiming for.
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Great minds think alike 😛
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Laughing
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Just to die for! 😉
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Smiling. Thank you for rading and your sweet comment. Much appreciated.
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With words like that I don’t think the woman in your life has a chance…melted butter.:0)
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LOL Thank you for the compliment. You made me smile so hard.
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I had to suppress a giggle while reading the part about your “breast nourishment.”
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LOL Best kind of all. You are the first person to mention this. LOL
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Same parts. Different views. My son when he started preschool was obsessed with the word boobies (yeah, he’s early – inherited from his dad). But we told him to keep the word inside him when he’s at school. So after his first day, he told me proudly, “Mommy, I didn’t say boobies in school today.” Afterwards before I could say anything, he ran around the house screaming boooobbbiiies!!!!
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Well, I guess he had to get that off his chest. lol Every so often i have to say the word boobies. There. I just said.
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Bwahahaha!!!
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lol
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Yes, pass the caviar on to me…and the chocolate as well, you know…just in case you’re sacrificing that too.
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LOL Sure will. Guess you don’t want the breast.
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A gorgeous image accompanied by beautiful poetry and a wonderful post-script.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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You have made me laugh so hard my friend. a million thanks to you.
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Always happy to be of assistance 🙂 You are welcome, my friend!
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Ohh, this melted my heart! Loved all three (poem, girl and your darling words at the end!)
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Smiling. Thank you. You are too sweet.
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She’s gorgeous and how sweet you have this relationship with her.
“Nourish my aching hunger”… Nice line. Very evocative. 🙂
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Smiling. Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for the sweet comment. Karina & I have a special bond. Maybe it is easy for me since I am not the one who has to say “no.” to her. Smiling.
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Fingers that caress my soul..
Pure romance – I love it 😊
Beautiful words..
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Smiling. Thank you.
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You are welcome – love reading your posts 😊
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Thank you for shaying that. Much appreciated.
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You’re welcome 🌟
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O my god!! U will prefer to die on ur beloved’door.eitheGod or u r mad .u goes bananas.ha ha ha….bt after dt in what condition ur wife will suffer.u have think or not.
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hahahaha You are so funny. thanks for reading.
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Ur poems is responsible to make so funny bt ur poem has realy emotionly feelings .do u not read my Holocast ?how much my feelings r sufferd last three days?plz reply.
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It has been difficult. I will read it.
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When India had become free since 15 th agust 1947 n divided in two part- -Hindustaan n Pakistaan then many uncoutable person r killed both side either they were hindu or muslim public.dt time was very horrible,terrible n bloody days.d train was coming n going between Amaritsar(india) n Lahour(pakistaan) with dead bodies.people in many thuosands of both side had lost thier family members n beloved.dis event is called HOLOCAST in indian history.before three days i have sufferd in similiar situations when my innocent hert had biterly hurted by my all schools staff.mostly in dem were men had seemd to try me humiliated.with haarsh words i scolded dem at dt time;i was thinking dt they r wolf in form of men.ar dt time i was alone person for revolting against thier misbehaviour.at dt i felt my aĺl feelngs was murderd.dt was holocast my peaseful remaining with my lonelyness n soft n lovely feelngs.what was my fault? Being a woman was my fault? Plz reply me .
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Oh, thank you for sharing this history with me. I will read this again, becuase now I will understand it even better. It really was deep thoughts and amazing words. Good work my friend.
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Dis night i have written u something in sleepy n tired(my)situation aany baany n slept.now in morning i wanted above massage to delete bt mt fault above lines has sent .sorry plz.
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ok
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Welcome.
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Yesterday i had reply somebody dt ZERO MEANS LOVE.LOVE MEANS ZERO.dt commet was send by me on other’s commitment on my post -“PYAAR KE LIYE”(FOR LOVE).What is ur opinion about my comment.m i right or wrong?plz reply.
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Love is not zero. Love is real. Love is life.
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N what is happend of love/life at end of dis life
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I don’t know
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Plz reply soon.
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Hey lonely guy;why do u not understand dt love is melted into d soul n after end of life soul n love is melted into God.shape of god is unknown . so God isZero n with God love become Zero.true love never
demands bt only sacrifice forever.kuch samjhe aap.
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OKay, now i undertsand what you are saying. Love will always be.
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Yeah as God will alway be.
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I m now seeing d movie”By best friend’s wedding”.i want tell u dt same thing had happend with me.asJuliyaana’s role is playd by my be loved n as i had playd role as Jorge.what was dt tragedy of triangle love.dt all was happend in my university life bt feeling is no ended still now.automatically .feelings of love have into universal love.so i say dt love is forever.nothing in my hand bt only dts feeling.i felt happienss after losting him coz if had successed to get him;then love between us desappeard forever.now i m with empty hand bt dt feeling r still now with me n makes me happy;inspires me to live for humanity.
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Love triangles are very difficult. They always lead to tears.
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Yes.u r true.
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Great!
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