Powerful emotions, Liz! I hate to admit it but I know exactly what you're feeling. Intense, isn't it? My advice to you is this...please take your time!! Discovering the REAL person is no small task, especially if it's someone on the net.
Girls, girls, girls! This is just a poem! I once remarked that sometimes you write a poem that's true, and nobody believes it, and sometimes you fabricate a situation, and everyone starts crying. This one is .... well, I'll let you decide for yourself. I'm a married lady, you know. Thanks for caring and thanks so much for your comments. Liz
Carrollton, TX, USA
A Heart once came into its' creators' hands.. In the sleep of her night-time.. He molded it into his plans.. She felt the pain as He formed her a jewel.. He did it so tenderly, so lovingly.. But the pain seemed so cruel..
He chipped away, both day and night.. Her soul yearning to submit- Her flesh wanting to fight.. He rounded the sharp edges.. Making a Heart just right..
So to Hell He sent her.. Yes, He'd been there before.. In the heat of the furnace.. He tempered her more..
He gave her understanding.. And a love thats beyond.. Imagination or a fantacy.. Of your Heart He is "fond".. James David "God takes His creation, And creates what He wants" Bless U Liz
Elizabeth, Here I read between what lies. Where lies the truth in surmise. But it is not for me to speak of truth. That is for the confession booth. Your poetry is impeccable. But no to me implacable. *L* Sy
Sy One who knows the poet well Would understand what verses tell One who knows the poetry Would clearly then its meaning see Fact or fiction, truth or jest The poet's the one who knows the best A poem is simply poetry Is it real or fantasy? Thanks for your verse Liz
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