It's time to move a mountain...
It's sitting in my heart
Its tall and strong and granite like
It's heavy on that blind part
Its knowing that it won't budge
No matter what I do
It's more than I can understand
The part of me that's loving you.
I curse myself.... I shake my head
I discombobulate ...it's true
I'm fighting to redeem my heart
This beat that says "I'm loving you".
I'm used to having things my way
And now my thoughts escape
To places that I haven't known
Have I time, is it too late ?
I love this feeling except this part
You've gone away...it's true
My yearning now is all I have
It weights my heart from loving you.
copyright 2004
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 21, 2004
I can't figure out if you are happy with the weight of this great love or infuriated because you still love this mountebank. However, and whatever it is, I have confidence that you will work it out. Good poem.
The emotions expressed here are poignant and soul-grasping and thus your verses are very effective. Thank you for sharing this offering, Susay. Love and peace. Regis
Such a poem of longing, a poem which portrays the emptiness of not having or hold. The emotions run deep in this fine piece Susan...as always, most excellently done.
Allen
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on July 20, 2004
Such a poignant poem, can feel the longing. Lovely write, Susan.
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Love this. Time definitely can't control our love or feelings. Very well written piece.
I can feel it eat it drink it and sleep it!!
But I lost my will to dream about it!!
Love Tinka
Allen