The heart, so delicate and loving, can it endure. Dedicated to the one who will understand, my last chance. You are cherished.
My heart betrayed with her chicanery
Youthful perceptions of devotion died
Morality a game of convenience
She defines and yields, her favorite ploy
In the embassy where veracity is seated
She holds no residence or reservations
Fabrications that rip my heart and soul
Steal the joy from me like a common thief
It is I who dare again to commit my heart
Expose my soul, vulnerability’s innocent child
May the twitches of neon optimism bring light
To my last gasp and cry for honest love
My heart is a fractured crystal prism
It will not endure another insidious dance
Time has erased most of my rising horizons
Love be faithful as you walk with me
ABSOLUTELY, JON! GO ON! FOR, A CHANCE AT EXPERIENCING THE TRUEST OF ALL LOVES IS 'ALWAYS' WORTH THE DARE. AN ABUNDANCE OF LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH TO YOU AND YOURS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
What an insightful write, Jon. When a poet can lay his fears and hopes within the lines of his poem as you have here, it is so completely honest it defines the poet who has written it. Don't know if I have ever read a more perceptive poem.
He needs a wife. She needs a reason to trust him. He fell for her at first sight. She, not so much.
If you’re into engaging romantic stories with heart and humor, together with complex family dynamics, you’ll love His Practically Perfect Pla
He needs a wife. She needs a reason to trust him. He fell for her at first sight. She, not so much.
If you’re into engaging romantic stories with heart and humor, together with complex family dynamics, you’ll love His Practically Perfect Pla
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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