so often i have told you,
things i’ve never told you
things i know i never will
yet each time our souls touch
in words, it’s real love we feel
if i could dry those bitter tears
your weary eyes have cried
you know, Sweet Love, i would
but the things we can’t say
seem to get in the way
of all the things we could
how i wish i could whisper
the things i would whisper
if you could only be here
how i’ve longed to kiss your lips
in the night to hold you near
one touch of trembling hands
is all it would take
to ignite the blazing fire
we've controlled so long so well
and one night spent within your arms
would create heaven from this hell
if i could dry those bitter tears
your weary eyes have cried
you know, Sweet Love, i would
but the things we can’t say
seem to get in the way
of all the things we could
If love poetry was touch
we would have loved too much
in just a few hungry years’ time
all the things unsaid, unclear
things you can never hear
cause you will never be mine
if i could dry those bitter tears
your weary eyes have cried
you know, Sweet Love, i would
but the things we can’t say
seem to get in the way
of all the things we could
Whispers of love of so true to many of us and your peom relates to all of our past feelings and we all have gone through something like this at some point in our lives.
Wandering in the solitude's desert, is those whispers that keep me going without faltering or looking back, because the whisper are coming from the future, far away, beyond the imagination limits...
Oh my tormentor...the yearning of unrequited love is so powerful here. La Belle you've out done yourself. Beautiful and exquisite, poignant and powerful. Liz
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 14, 2008
A master piece of longing love..
which seems will never be..
With love
Ron
How true because that is usually they way it happens. So much we want to say and yet keep it tucked away. Our minds carry on with such meaningful conversations that we guard well, never allowing it to reach our lips....
...in your beautiful sensitive poetic write...I hear echoes of a whisper...as if...and given could...one can't...say words unspoken.
This is fine poetry given sadness...most excellent La Belle.
John
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God bless you. Kathy
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seem to get in the way
of all the things we could
How so sadly true, for many of us.
Georg
which seems will never be..
With love
Ron
Be always safe,
Karen
This is fine poetry given sadness...most excellent La Belle.
John
Beautifful Love Poem & Let No Word Ever Go Unspoken
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
hugs
Fee
You squeeze the heart with longing - powerfully penned!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(