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Date Night (and the day after)

Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth L. Schwartz


This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny.  So the story goes.

We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose.  (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.

We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky.  So the story goes.

We sip our red wine.  Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem.  For all our tomatoes

Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards.  (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy.  So the story goes.

We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente.  So our story goes.


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Darling, you dragged me in too deep

Darling, you dragged me in too deep 
And abandoned me like an anchor in a lonely sea. 
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep. 

I was doomed once suspicion began to creep 
As it swam in your words that lacked in honesty.
Darling, you dragged me in too deep. 

Please tell me, did you lose an inch of sleep 
Making empty promises and cheating on me?
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep. 

I should've listened to doubt upon taking a leap, 
Love should carry no doubt; certainty is key. 
Darling, you dragged me in too deep, 

This torturously lonely sea does weep 
That you could ever reach such a cold degree. 
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep, 

But apparently I'm a promise not worth keeping; 
If you want to call this love, I'll say it can't be. 
Darling, you dragged me in too deep,
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep.

By Anne Currin 


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Chance Meeting

We met by chance and are happy that we met
For our love is blossoming and getting stronger 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

The whole world is against us and doesn't care, I bet
We struggled for love and affection, did anyone bother
We met by chance and are happy that we met

We grabbed the chance happily, let’s not now fret
We need time to get into a rhythm with each other
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

Chance is an opportunity, a lucky and a brave does get
Let us convert it into love and not more do we rancor
We met by chance and are happy that we met

If united we stood, we could meet with any threat 
The world becomes a friend, enemies remain no longer 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

We are certain to succeed, unlike in a game of roulette
Where gamblers risk happiness that depends on another 
We met by chance and are happy that we met
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set


Date: 3.8.2014 
Form: Villanelle


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Bewitched

Ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing,
butterflies flutter within the begin
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

Let the trailing flow of sweet kisses sting.
Pain so close to passion, adrenaline,
ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing.

Nipping ear and throat so breathtaking,
as we fall and roll on the white bear skin
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

Peacock feathers trace the grace amazing,
flames dance high on the walls of the cabin
ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing.

Double backed, we ride through the heat lightning.
in the firelight her eyes are fetchin’
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

My wife, my life, my so happy ending,
who but thee could there be so bewitchin’?
Ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing,
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.


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MY VILLANELLE

I want to learn to live before I die
To glimpse the light that makes my vision clear
To see the truth that lies within the lie.

I freely put the questions ‘how?’ and ‘why?’
And seek the face unknown in darkest fear.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The days and years stream swiftly swiftly by
In shimmering illusions cherished dear
Despite the truth that lies within the lie.

I found my hand in yours, so you and I
Gave each our vows, impassioned, young, sincere.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The teachers teach, the prophets prophesy
But miss the mystic rhythms of the sphere
Nor see the truth that lies within the lie;

Pure-hearted self; I sense a higher cry
To never leave the far yet love the near.
I want to learn to live before I die
To see the truth that lies within the lie.


– Harley White

(March – 1994)


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Although the moon shines bright

The night looms dark tonight,
All alone without thee
Although the moon shines bright.

I know no bound, my plight
Missing your pleasant glee
The night looms dark tonight.

Silhouettes deepen my fright
Sans you to embrace me
Although the moon shines bright.

I do not have the might
To move on without thee
The night looms dark tonight.

I cannot see a sight
As your thoughts blinded me
Although the moon shines bright.

 Oh!, how will be the nights
Without you beside me.
The night looms dark tonight
Although the moon shines bright.


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Powerless

I look for your magic in the moonlight
Listening for the secrets you will tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I do not know if it is wrong or right
You leave me powerless under your spell
I look for your magic in the moonlight

Take control of me I do not wish to fight
You even mesmorize me with your smell 
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I wish to fly on your string like a kite
Tethered to you I am secure and well
I look for your magic in the moonlight

So I travel with you into the night
Nothing compares to the stories you tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

You my lover with your eyes shining bright
You lifted me up whenever I fell
I look for your magic in the moonlight
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

Anne's favorite poetry form contest.
Be gentle Anne it is my first time trying this form.


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Our Eternal Wedding House

Even death could not cause our love to part,
This promise has always sounded so right,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

When they found his body, tears did not start,
Through this strong shock, I continued to fight,
Even death could not cause our love to part.

Stole to his fresh grave with a garden cart,
Our wedding vows I began to recite;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

I dug with fervor, my body did smart,
yet never ceased digging all through the night.
Even death could not cause our love to part.

To our wedding house we arrived, stalwart,
Just as the porch was kissed by morning light;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

Blue and cold, he remained a work of art, 
From my opened wrists flowed the crimson, bright.
Even death could not cause our love to part,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.


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In Silence I Stood

In silence I stood your unkindness to hear
Barbs that tore deep into my soul,
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

You preach that my love was never sincere
And fall prey to the evil bent lies that you're told.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear.

So long since love and trust held me near,
Replaced with words that belittle and scold.
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

You call my love and my words insincere.
Here, all alone, I feel helpless and cold.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear.

I stand and wring my hands and I fear
That the warmth in your heart to the devil's been sold.
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

Of my life I've given the best of my years.
In your eyes I prayed I'd never grow old.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear,
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.


In honor of Isaiah's contest.


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Between the Stingers

Trust, like a pitiless whore-master, grins
as between the sheets and at my breasts, he suckles.
Though Cupid lauds' the joy, I feel only stings.

The manic moon shivers to shriek-like violins
as trusting seed is split and son-less my knees buckle
mother-less street urchin blanched, impatient, sin.

In sympathy the sun pales night's mood swings
seeking to caress and hold with a fractured chuckle
love's exhausted, and misspent, ripened lingerings 

To the dying day and I, cry of might-have-beens
ivory white my ice hands, my bleeding knuckles
Trust like a pitiless whore-master grins
Though Cupid lauds' the joy, I feel only stings.
 



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Bliss State

When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take to wings.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile...

There is no emotion more versatile 
bringing happiness to squires and King's
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

See the faultless features which beguile
and join your woven fingers with a ring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..

You found a pairing more than mercantile
to such joy may your two hearts ever cling
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

To Bride and Groom a toast to love nubile
and all the bliss that loving lips can bring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.


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Initials on a Tree

I sign your initials on an old tree And surround it with a heart of desire I want the world out there to come and see The world needs to see our heart completely That’s been put on this tree with love and fire I sign your initials on an old tree People want to view this tree tenderly It’s not like the tree sits on any mire I want the world out there to come and see Heart is formed with love eventually The tree should never be placed on a pyre I sign your initials on an old tree Formed are letters of our names perfectly All the letters put on smoothly not dire I want the world out there to come and see The world can see our kind heart lovingly Our love together shall never expire I sign your initials on an old tree I want the world out there to come and see
Russell Sivey Entered into Anne Currin's "Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)" contest 3/24/2013


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The Ivy and The Brick

It must have felt like love at first,
The clinging of the ivy vines,
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her tendrils slaked an ancient thirst,
The tender touch for which he pined.
It must have felt like love at first.

Too guileless to suspect the worst,
She speared him with her soft green tines.
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her coils so patiently she pursed,
He never guessed at her design.
It must have felt like love at first.

Crazed with cracks, its strength dispersed,
From end to end the wall declines
Until his rich red heart had burst.

So new to love, so poorly versed
In joy, so baffled by her signs,
It must have felt like love at first.
Until his rich red heart had burst.


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UNTIL TOMORROW, FEEL SAFE IN MY WARM EMBRACE

Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.


We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


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Her Tears of Sorrow

Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Tenderly I stroke her hair in my fingers Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong She hurts by the world’s events and its throng The pain she holds seems to always linger Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along I offer her my shoulder for to cry on This thing in her life sure presents a zinger Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong I hate to see crying, I hold her hours long I’m always here for her, she’s a real ringer Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along In my heart each tear surely collects upon Her soul comes out for she is the bringer Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong If you think we’re not meant to be, you're wrong Our love is two harmonious believers Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong
Russell Sivey


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Here I Lie Dreaming of You

Here I lie dreaming of you,
Taken from me so many years ago,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.

Your glistening eyes of cobalt blue,
Illuminates the night of fallen snow.  
Here I lie dreaming of you,

Velvety hair shimmering through  
Moonlit forest, a golden glow,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.	

Why did you break my heart in two?  
And why did you have to go? 
Here I lie dreaming of you,

My eyes shut and I suddenly knew,	
We’ll soon rejoin in the eternal flow, 
It’s the only thing I have left to do.	

My time has passed, and my life through, 
Angels take me to our final plateau.
Here I lie dreaming of you,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.


Lost Love 
Written by: Greg Stanley
January 12, 2012


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The Mission Trip To Please

On mission trip overseas
At least one week will do
Hold babies gently squeeze

Whether in cold where freeze
In rain forest where view 
On mission trip overseas

My hearts desire will please
Feed hungry babies stew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Give up my life of ease
Place on feet needed shoes
On mission trip overseas

Help babies who cough wheeze
For mothers good tea brew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Perfect week just do these
Open heart my love grew
On mission trip overseas
Hold babies gently squeeze


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Castle Rock Influence

Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
I screw the cork from the Castle Rock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

The feelings linger, but yet can’t be found
My heart still hasn't learned to walk
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Someday I’m going to drive to her town
I’m gonna’ go up to her door and knock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

I’m wasted and my mind is nowhere around
The ticks and tocks are falling from the clock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Dylan’s music was her perfect sound
She wrote all his lyrics down with chalk
And here I go again, scribbling words down

She was always my dearest proper noun
But she threw away the only key to her lock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
And here I go again, scribbling words down

(Written for Anne's Villanelle contest, never wrote one of these before. I like this form!)


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Wept Beneath A Tree

So sure of love and all that it can be
This kiss to celebrate the moment met 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

There all the world if only eyes could see
Was placed there at their feet without regret
So sure of love and all that it can be

Their promises exchanged so preciously
That even passing clouds became beset 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Secure in trust they let their hearts fly free
Unknowing that the clouds weren’t finished yet 
So sure of love and all that it can be

Love’s passions grew and joined the cloudy spree
Into this torrent destiny was set 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

And with each storm they loved more carefully
Their memories will not let them forget 
So sure of love and all that it can be 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree


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CYANIDE




I drank cyanide from your lying lips,
Just for one touch, I’ve embraced rusted nails,
Pain remains, but all reason slowly slips.

The world has disappeared, a full eclipse,
Hanging trees reach out with their branches frail,
I drank cyanide from your lying lips.

Each curl you kissed is gone, quick, little snips,
Flames ate our letters in a blackened pail,
Pain remains, but all reason slowly slips.

Mail piles on the wet floor while the tap drips,
Walls pull me to corners that clutch and wail, 
I drank cyanide from your lying lips.

Numbly like a ghost, our photos I rip,
But your eyes cremate and your smile impales, 
Pain remains, but all reason slowly slips.

Love is weak, it beseeches, crawls then nips,
Yet your train left on sturdy, silent rails,
I drank cyanide from your lying lips,
Pain remains, but all reason slowly slips.



*Written January 12, 2012 for Francine Roberts’ 4 Forms, 4 Themes contest
**Theme chosen: Lost love (and lost mind)


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Eternal Love

God loves us without end;
His grace continues forever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Not only to befriend,
To protect us is His endeavor.
God loves us without end.

No matter where me He sends,
My attachment to Him will not sever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Our greatest evils off he will fend.
Whether we are foolish or clever,
God loves us without end.

Our life is his to lend,
His way offers life without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

All of us he will mend.
We will be His forever.
God loves us without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.


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Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







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Silent Love

She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
During the day, she walks the cobblestone path
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

The market’s her design to see what she can find
Clickty-clack, the men on horses bustling past her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

The beggars she offers food because she is kind
People shouting and yelling selling their goods
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

She tries to find a way to her home but becomes intertwined
Trumpets blare, knights emerge, and jugglers perform
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

Onto his horse he swiftly lifts her, and she feels divine
From the streets he has saved her, the face she remembers 
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind
 
Her lover she has found, finally she is defined
In his arms he holds her, his love he tells of her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012

I followed the format of Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." 


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First signs of Love

What is this feeling that resides in me
I’ve felt it before, but not quiet the same
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee

When did Cupid pass that I did not see
Certainly in this matter I have no shame
What is this feeling that resides in me

A nervousness I feel, coupled with glee
I am smiling a lot, but am not to blame
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee

The experience makes me feel very free
But this moth has not eluded the flame
What is this feeling that resides in me

Something tells me, that I must decree
Inside there’s a wildness I can’t tame
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee
 
I’ve felt some joy, but not of this degree
It must be real, yet it feels like a game
What is this feeling that resides in me
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee


Written by Wayland Bunch on 1/31/2013 for Valentine contest.


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Is it a fantasy

If I give my love to you
And this is no fantasy
Promise me you will be true

Darling why are you so blue
Don’t deny your ecstasy
When I give my love to you

After all that we’ve been thru
Don’t give up so easily
Promise me you will be true

Our love we can renew
Cast away your misery
When I give my love to you

Sometimes we may go askew
But our ship will sail this sea
If we both will remain true

Friends and lovers are too few
But this is no fantasy
If I give my love to you
Promise me you will be true

Someone tell me
If it’s easy being
A lover and a friend?

This is a villanelle with a questionku.


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Pink Strawberries

With luscious lips like succulent cherries she glistens as though kissed by morning dew, her cheeks the color of pink strawberries. She’s undisputed queen of the fairies, eyes of aquamarine and glacial blue, with luscious lips like succulent cherries. Her hair flows like the wind on the prairies shimmering locks of gold and amber hew, her cheeks the color of pink strawberries. Her mysterious smile seldom varies form a look that's provocative and true, with luscious lips like succulent cherries. Her sweet subtle scent lingers and carries an aroma known only to a few, her cheeks the color of pink strawberries. A virgin imp from the loins of Aries, a prize many men would wish to pursue. With luscious lips like succulent cherries, her cheeks the color of pink strawberries.


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Image of Love

I see your face, I look into your eyes,
And I fall apart, can no longer even try.
Though I know beauty can be full of lies,

Nothing could alter your image for me.
If they could part the sands from the sea,
They never could part my love from me.

Here, there is nothing but rocks and stones,
No friendly souls or angels to guide you home.
Here, you are so, so very alone,

But I have seen your heart, know your words.
They tell me that my vision is blurred,
That my thoughts are slow, my words slurred.

Even love cannot look beyond an evil face;
It can't be missed, not a trace.
No, you're an image of pure grace.

True, beautiful perfection is what you are,
I look in your eyes and I can see the stars.
I'll always come to you, no matter how far.


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Head vs. Heart

Today is the day my heart has to take a stand
Against the agony and anguish of being alone.
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That it has unequivocally had the upper hand.
It’s a prudent proposition, the evidence has shown;
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.

How can you hold on to this hollow strand
Holding this overly oppressive weight of stone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That forever is but a forgotten fire never fanned
By the fervor of two fevered souls never grown.
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.

Hasn’t the bullying, bullfighting, butting and
Beating been enough to burst every single bone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That war is definitely warranted and I command!
Love has become loathsome liar we must disown!
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand,
Today, my head will make it understand.


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A Kiss Goodnight


Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight!
Gentle breezes in my face leave me weak.
Whistling words of love hold me 'til dawn's light...

Summer winds soften starry skies once bright.
I climb rustling trees. Love, windblown, I seek.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight!

Love's worth the battle. Through gusts, I shall fight!
Tho' whispering winds bring love soft and meek.
Whistling, words of love hold me 'til dawn's light...

Come forth again! The silence is my plight.
In the wind's absence, tomorrow seems bleak.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight! 

Gentle breezes raise romance to new height.
The warm southwinds soothe. Enamoured, I speak.
Whistling words of love, hold me 'til dawn's light...

Stay, my dear friend, you lift me like a kite.
Carry my soul higher than mountain peaks.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight...
Whistling words of love, hold me 'til dawn's light!





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The Potency of Words

Potent words can move the soul to be still Writers’ pens may look frail, or so they seem The hands may never touch, but the hearts will Handle with care, words can be volatile Lambasting love and life, deflating dreams Potent words can move the soul to be still Seeds of thoughts grow into wisdom’s tendrils Reaching deep within, bursting the heart’s seams The hands may never touch, but the hearts will Sometimes the simplest words, without the frills are those that capture hearts, that make them gleam Potent words can move the soul to be still Words easily pass through mountains and hills, Friendships formed, faith restored, and love redeemed The hands may never touch, but the hearts will A wealth of words touch beyond writers’ quills Ink from within have warmed lives like sunbeams Potent words can move the soul to be still The hands may never touch, but the hearts will ** June 17, 2010-- written for Dr. Ram’s Villanelle Me contest :)