Open Poetry #47 |
What the hear knows |
tuffluv66 Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 121Iowa, U.S.A. |
Mysteriously, while I wait for you, a shiver runs down my spine. Racing back up, can it be true? I can't believe that you are mine. Looking at you, while you haunt my mind, your beauty is so absolute. Never would I have thought of such a find, life, now, is no longer destitute. Often you fill my sub conscience with dreams, visions actually, of beauty and compassion; exercising the demons and the screams, slowly bringing me peace and distraction. My soul has been healed, heart cast anew, evidence that I, truly do love you, too. |
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tuffluv66 Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 121Iowa, U.S.A. |
What the heart knows |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
You melt me with your love words. I can not critique your work when they are written to my heart. |
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