I see the vision framed in a rainbow of happiness aglow
I feel the nature of the beast regale, ebb to flow
I know that jealousy leaves a void and that love suffers above
All Others
I know that lust is for teens who are growing with their flavors budding
I sense that man lingers far too long among the fruit of loving
The passions that come alive and are richer for it's deeper meat
Spins a vortex of dreams that make us complete
I know that to love is emotional fruit to bestow
That for two to find the seed, can make it grow
That these are gifted ones above the other's for the push and thought
Becomes a treasure often taught to those who love ONCE forgot
I realize the heart is a powerful muscle and that it's versatility is mystery
I know that to love is a part of mortal history
The dejavous of passion spends itself upon a Friday afternoon
Comes and goes, if you want, but is best festooned
Upon the bed of treasures some lust for and forget
For to love is a heart's treasure, I must admit.
the power of love and the fruits of its continuing passion is indeed a treasure we must feed upon ... without it the seed of life's fruits will never have a chance to grow ... it's a treasure we are continually seek, only be found within our hearts ... wonderful work, Susan ...
Stunning write my friend, you've given the readers so much to enjoy, imagine, reflect, and endulge... simply beautiful my friend the way poetry should be!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
You know, it was over 35 years ago when John Lennon sang 'How can I give love when love is something I ain't never had?'
Three decades later, and also three decades less love later, man is not only still singing this plea, but also losing sight of singing it altogether. Sad.
I may have gone of track a little here, but your words triggered this thought. Thanks all the same.
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Three decades later, and also three decades less love later, man is not only still singing this plea, but also losing sight of singing it altogether. Sad.
I may have gone of track a little here, but your words triggered this thought. Thanks all the same.
Regards
Dai
"For to love is a heart's treasure," Indeed!
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
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didactic too...
Love Tinka