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Thursday, December 7, 2017

Beautiful Romantic Spanish Guitar Music!

The Gift of True Love

A Romantic Christmas Poem


The sights and sounds of Christmas

seem to always remind me of you,

and how much I miss you when were

apart.



Even as I watch my abuela chase

abuelo out the door with a broom,

I know that in the end love conquers

all.



I just can’t wait until I feel your arms

around me and taste a kiss as sweet

as a raspa on a hot summers day.



And I long for your embrace, while

waiting by the window staring at the

cold unfeeling rain. As children shake

their presents trying to find out what’s

inside, I listen to the radios serenade.



One of the kids asks, “Why is abuela

chasing abuelo with the broom?”

I reply, “It’s called true love.” Then

one of the kids replies, “I’ll never get

married because love makes you do

crazy things!”



“True,” I reply. “Like always wanting

to be with the one you love.”  The

fireplace is now lit and the table is set

as abuela finally lets abuelo back

inside, even though he’ll probably sleep

on the sofa tonight.



The car lights passing by upon the

gray barrio Streets make my heart

skip a beat as each time I think it’s

you.



So I’ll wait, until I stare into your

eyes once more, because each and

every Christmas, I ask for only one

thing, which is to have you by my

side, for there is no greater gift in

the entire world, than true love.



Frank Solis Copyright 2017

All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Benise - Malaguena

Kisses in the Rain


Moist lips, beckon and gently
brush together, under a falling
rain.

Steam arises off gritty barrio
streets as our hearts make
love. Passion arises within,
as emotions have their say.

Holding, touching, kissing,
the mist surrounds us, as
we cling desperately to
one another.

Playful lips have awakened
sensual feelings from which
there is no escape.

Lost within a world of ecstasy,
as street lights wink,we stand
cara a cara, while our flesh
melts within the early morning
mist.

Both hearts pound, as alluring
lips lock in a torrid embrace,
unwilling, to let go.

Frank Solis Copyright 2017
All Rights Reserved