Started from an ashen heap It passed through my womanly heart While I was relaxed almost asleep The whirl - wind of love lifted me high I collided with the one from afar I have not chosen for myself I have been chosen for By my womanly heart What frightens me most Is the pulling of that needle Weaving “You” within my heart In the heart of my lover I have written a letter too For “You”…
Who I walk my dream path each day I have written a two - cornered letter in the sand “The hearts are two” “But the love is one” I am not speaking It’s my heart that’s speaks for me I am not saying praises The love within me praises Deep in my heart rests this heavy rock The rock that’s melting like butter This love held me and shook me This love Pushed me forward No longer able to resist Blindness has left my eyes I have become aware Of who you really are I try to resist your anger Fighting for your love only Not asking anything from anyone Let me be caught and trained And broken in by your love To resist The pain life left
Tink if they had to attach a name to romantic poetry yours would be the first one I would think of. You are the mistress of the heart and your words touch on all those who love.
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
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Fabulous image - the poem is another phenom from your talented mind!!
Love,
Lance
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
Peace and love, Carole
Take care
The rock that’s melting like butter"
Scintillating juxtaposition.
Ron
Felix
Well expressed. The yearning is palpable. You do the genre credit.
B
went into this one!
Love,
Eileen