create potential for love
her heart skips a beat
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
I have never met anyone on whom I can pour out the love that my passionate nature
bestowed upon me. My feelings are strong and new, and are in that state in which the
mysterious law of human emotion requires that they should find an object on which they can
alight and rest. They rest on you, not by reason, not by calculation; they rest on you
because they have. My love has flown from my chest to find solace in you, either
independently of my desire, or so closely united with it that it is not possible to say whether I
love because I choose to love, or whether I love because I find myself loving….
My love, in departing my chest, sought solace in you. But fear, loves repellant, hath not
allowed its entry. And I, poor wretched soul am I! I have lost my heart to one who trembles
to accept it. My blood ever flows through my veins, my breath comes steady, but my heart
ah! My heart is bruised; It beats a sore purple, my days are overcast, my smiles, vacant. He
grips my heart in a painful grasp; I wince at the pain, yet revel in the holding.
But the day is soon coming when I shall be liberated either by his will or my own. I shall
not dwell in captivity forever. Rather, I will break these bonds and be free of a love that does
not deserve its title, or he will realize his cruelty and set me at liberty in either the freedom
of his arms, or by returning me to the sovereignty of my loves’ potential.
Copyright © Danielle Curl | Year Posted 2010
Heaven holds my dreams gone awry
Speculation as to the how and why
Serve to keep my anguish well
Preserve my love in God’s hotel
Sweep my kisses off to sleep
Share my tears while spirits weep
Echo’s of my broken goal
Sound inside my tortured soul
Copyright © Jeffery Stein | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
Thinking of beautiful precious Goldie Hawn in Overboard while day dreaming....
Scratching our head as making a list knowing, we are merely his infant trapped amid
An old used body why else would they portray such that, their gerbers festive spoiled child ?
My twinkling if twitching nose held high be the sky; racing past her palace doors marble mistral floors
Silver stools his golden pools; flinging love's pampers without a care so joyfully unto the air; her, savoir-faire.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2014
Finally… Found the one just needs waiting a minute
Words used, questions asked, finding her history, wants, needs
Not touching physically, yet finding a spot in the heart and mind
Like seeing the moist, green, luscious valley through the weeds.
Yes… Losing your self in thoughts of what might become
Knowing time must pass before the present is clear to see
Forgetting the presence of the mountain that must be moved
Realizing my heart and mind are being held in captivity
There… The plan is set the time is near
Only one more piece to make a perfect picture
Waiting on the news, heart is racing, mind is chasing
Praying, checking messages, waiting on the future
Slam!!... The door is shut with a vengeance
The picture is left unfinished, broken in fact
Heart breaking, mind searching, thoughts fading
The potential is lost to another uncontrollable act.
Copyright © Brian Magness | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
you could be
my dream come true
you thrill me with
that thing you do
my blue sky and morning dew
the one who fit's
my glass shoe
with these words
i write to you
i hope my love
comes through and through
never to get over you
till i hear the word's
I do. I do
then you'll be
my dream come true
and all my love
belong to you
Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2010
Excite for the opportunity,
gracious of the chance.
For the possibility, to discover,
our connection, in romance.
In hopes, of us, finding,
the aspirations, of us, to gain.
A relationship, where all, is shared,
through our happiness, and our pain.
However, with there, being risk,
in each others reflected credential.
We can never, be truly afraid,
to seek, our true, love potential.
Copyright © Sean Matthews | Year Posted 2008
What I promised.
I never ever
Wanted him to leave.
I know there’s no one near
To who he was.
Never will belong to me,
For the time we’d meet.
He has rested himself,
I always knew
How life, darkness bested him.
For me and him.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2011