What would it take to shine in his eyes;
a conspicuous countenance like the sun,
a subterranean stream of consciousness
as yet unplumbed by another’s mind?
What would it take, what incomparable quality
would pierce through his cold indifference
arrest his thoughts, grasp his heart?
He, a titan disguised as a man
with a heart that pumps crimson poetry,
a soul as ancient as my own and as mysterious
what would at last enshrine me there?
What would he chance to glance at
that in mesmerizing him would never
allow his eyes to turn away to another?
A man is a man, flesh is only flesh
temporary in its sway on his heart.
What is the secret to his steady affection?
The key to unlock his eternal devotion;
the element surpassing flesh and flash?
What unsaid words should deep call unto deep?
On the breeze of your discontent
can you hear the sound of my tender whispers?
Listen.....I’ll not shout my truth to you!
The only discontent would be the distance of two hearts that yet beat as one...the heart and soul live on in the desperation of yearning and should be rejoiced, for its existence...is truth and in the knowledge that neither...is truly alone. Eloquent beauty in these lines you pen...your heart knows...does it not?
Amor
I love the colors of the beautiful
Metaphors you used to color this
piece with the lament of a woman in love
with a broken heart the loneliness the tone
form,meter and certainly the tenderness
Love it!!
Love Peace and Happiness...Morning Star
So beautifully worded and expressed! The lament of the wounded heart of a woman in love! A man's heart must be encased in stone not to melt at this woman's pleading! LOVE YOU! Sissy
This is absolutely beautiful poetry; well done, La Belle!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on June 13, 2007
It would take a love akin to no other..the love of Twin Flames!!!
sooo..IF he is the other half of YOUR Spirit..just a whisper from your entwined hearts will DO it..indeed..
Blessings dear friend..
Lovliness,that speaks softly to prowess,on the breeze of his discontent...Excellence does not shout, It has no need...You are a credit to the art...I hope you are well...Jen
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So intelligent yet emotional its one of those where you want to stand up and say Yeah thats right
I LOVE THE ART!!
Love Tinka
Amor
Be safe,
Karen
Metaphors you used to color this
piece with the lament of a woman in love
with a broken heart the loneliness the tone
form,meter and certainly the tenderness
Love it!!
Love Peace and Happiness...Morning Star
thanks,
Dan
I hope that he is listening yours.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
sooo..IF he is the other half of YOUR Spirit..just a whisper from your entwined hearts will DO it..indeed..
Blessings dear friend..
Vesna:)