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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

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

Wishing You Were Here

In the early morning mist

I thought I heard you calling

out my name. But when I

turned around, only the

ghosts of your memories

remained.

How I long to hold you close

and feel your sweet breath

upon my face. To see your

smile lighting up my world.

If only you were here, we

could go to the little café

where we would sit for

hours and talk, looking

just like two fools in love.

Then we could walk to the

park and lay in the grass and

wait for each other to take

the first kiss.

Maybe we could lie in bed

together and listen to each

others hearts, beat for one

another, until the night

comes and makes us her

own.

Then deep within the soul

of the barrio, we could make

love, and lose ourselves

within each others arms.

I wish you were here, every

moment of the day. Because

it’s just not the same to be in

love,  while your away!

Frank Solis Copyright 2016

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I Dreamed of You Last Night

After years of waiting for you to notice me

one day, you smiled at me. It felt so

wonderful to be known by you.

Your smile was as sunlight, and it took

away the darkness I felt inside. Instead of

gloomy days and gray skies, everything

became beautiful…

We dared to dream about the future and

visions of us walking together, holding

hands became routine, as thoughts of

lovely places, and star-filled  nights flirted

with my mind.

Music played, and laughter rang out as our

bodies glided across the dance floor, and  

sensual moonlight covered us with its magic.

In your eyes I could see the love you felt for

me was real. Then, as we raised our glasses in

a toast to our romance, shadows danced

within the fiery passion of our hearts.

Your words wrapped themselves around

my thoughts, like the silken skin of our

bodies touching each other for the first time,

and I felt like I was living within a dream.

But like all good things, everything came

crashing down with the whistle of a far-away

train, as it signaled the end of what was never

meant to be.

Our love was just a mirage of the night, and as a

tear fell from my eye, I wrapped my lonely arms

around the blanket, and let out a sigh cloaked in

misery and pain, in the realization that our love

had never been.

Frank Solis Copyright 2015

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Obsession of Love

I’m so lost in your love, that all I can think

of is being in your arms once more. The cold

wall I lean against reminds me of how good it

feels to be in your presence.

As I can’t wait to hear your lips whispering

softly in my ear. Whispers of love and passion

so tenderly spoken, that they almost feel like

caresses.

Minutes seem like hours, as I long for the touch

of your moist lips upon mine. A shiver runs down

my spine, as I recall the fragrance of your body,

whenever you are near.

Soon we will be together again, but it’s never

enough. At work, or play, you are always in my

thoughts, even watching the children play you

are there beside me.

As I hear your footsteps approaching, and feel

your arms embrace me, I realize just how much

I need you, and how it feels to have you

next to me.

Arm in arm, we walk away together, but will

it be only for a few hours, or maybe just for

one night of romance? Love escapes me, it

eludes me, because only when were together,

is my obsession for you, completely satisfied.

Frank Solis Copyright 2015

All Rights Reserved