My Heart Would Otherwise Be Stone (poem) by Sherry Bach on AuthorsDen

My Heart Would Otherwise Be Stone
by Sherry Bach → (All Poetry by Sherry Bach)
Tuesday, January 19, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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My Heart Would Otherwise Be Stone © 1.18.16 Sherry Bach My eyes need to see a sunrise Forget about what I knew Find that place before the dawn The awakening of emotions new Stare at the sun as if it could Burn the desire away While vapors fading remind me There is no hope in yesterday If only I could, I'd forget Bury it deep in the ground Hide in a place that's safe Where I know I cannot be found But maybe the problem of it all Is that I don't really want it to end I place the thought of what could be On the carousel again and again Oh! The riches of your touch Your kiss forever mysterious In your arms in the candlelight I dream til I am delirious Hand to hand and eye to eye Slipping into forever Imprisoned by the fantasy Don't take it from me ever Keep me here where I can see The madness of it all Lead me to the edge of love Blow softly and watch me fall The courts and their judges have nothing on The sentence which is my own I shall serve it with gladness knowing My heart would otherwise be stone

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on September 18, 2016

poignant read

keep writing

m

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 9, 2016

VERY BEAUTIFUL, VERY ROMANTIC, SAD AND VERY TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on January 24, 2016

You have not only illuminated this thing called love,
you've done it with rare imagination, wisdom, and tenderness.
Bravo!

Reviewed by Robert Whitford

Reviewed on January 23, 2016

Love can compel us to endure much and feel much. Though disappointments may overtake us, stronger is the heart that strives for such love. For what is failed may rise again renewed. I enjoyed your words. Bob

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on January 20, 2016

and we call it love

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

In the first person for emphasis, your poem strikes home to that elusive quality called, "love."

Ron

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on January 19, 2016

Finding love is a wonder of highs when it starts...but,
the pain that comes from the lows is quite staggering
as I'm sure you know...

Always,
Deborah

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Excellent tribute to that elusive thing called love. Sometimes, however, when we put so much burden on the shoulder of the "one," without understanding that eventually the shoulder can weaken, yea, weaken and fall away from its burden.