unable to reach the strings which play the heartbeat
brings certainty into instrumental thought
in every aspect, love unfolds its creases with a smile
the following of strangeness all alone
yet another love story being told of broken
yet another lover to smart to be mistaken
when we cry a tear until the heart is taken
the last cut has been the deepest
salted wound healing with insanity despair all inclusive
love is here love is there love is excepting and pointing
take in every fibre of your soul love and teach
rewarding feelings are not for hire
but all love labours lost.
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Author:
kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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Great poem
thank you Tony36. hope you're well and good.
Welcome
I really enjoyed reading this poem! Had me from the first line. Beautiful metaphor. Great job on this!--Christina
thank you Chritina S.
It is so poignant and heart wrenching when love given is not returned. Touching work Kevin.
Indeed it is WriteBeLight. thank you.
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