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Feverish Hearts Our hearts are feverish powerful as love Love to be defined to a heart fickle A wandering soul Desire appears as the sun sets Night falls You wonder how betrayal has captured you with pain and sorrow You carry it like a torch passion is delirious You really had me pegged Funny but I think you knew me better than I did Was I that vain and shallow only the broken hearted know better than I could If I could say I was special you�d be the one to tell me; No you only think you are How�s a man supposed to know? You said Oh you can write but tell me are you sincere I know my heart was beating But for who? The poet who defined love as the one thing unknowable You were special and beautiful and why couldn�t I see it Isn�t that sad and the pain you carry, is it for me? Our hearts are feverish Does that define love? �Dale CJ Clark

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on December 4, 2005

Love so often brings questions and yet it is so difficult to define. I am in love with an incredible man who brings me such happiness, however, there will always be doubts. Often it is self doubt that mars the picture of perfection.
What defines love? Each can only define what it means to him or her. For me it is something indefinable and yet I will continue to express in the hope of capturing its essence.
Take care friend and have a very merry Christmas!
Chanti

Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci

Reviewed on December 3, 2005

Dale,

You are a poet who wears his heart on his sleeve, that, my friend,
is never a bad thing!

Reviewed by Tracey Hardie

Reviewed on December 1, 2005

I love the way you pour your heart and/or heartfelt emotions into your poems. lovely write.

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on November 30, 2005

Dear CJ,

If we pour more Love into Passion and more Passion into Love, then the questions are answered for us.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on November 29, 2005

a powerful expos� on how love desires its own definition ...

Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)

I think fever doesn't define love but i think it makes it more alive. It is a balance, and if the love is there, the fever is as well. Good one.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Our hearts are feverish
Does that define love?

It surely defines passion, but maybe love requires a little more.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Bittersweet poem Dale!!

Love Tinky

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Love...the topic we know the least about!;-)
This is a wonderful bittersweet poem, Dale