Hearts Never Loved More
The morning mist consumes the soul.
Hearts never loved more or another.
Time dances on these broken stones.
Love oh precious love; the marrow of my bones.
Your pain seeks to bend the fragile will.
Transference of emotions causes this heart to still.
I in soliloquies of deference give unto you, all of me.
For hearts never loved more; or of another as I do thee.
J. Allen Wilson © 5/2008
Beautiful and reader can feel the silent outpouring of love it eludes.
Thank you J. for sharing your masterpieces from your treasures.
All the best and many blessings,
~Gwendolyn
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Thanks. This is going into my library.
Jill
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.