Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

Exquisite Pain and Joy

There is exquisite pain
In being offered a beautiful gift
Fine the wrapping
The bows beautifully beguiling
The attached card:
Love’s testament in writing

Everything indicates
The contents are perfect
What lies inside
Can satisfy, electrify, gratify….
BEAUTIFY, yes, beautify your life
Wrapped up in pretty paper
The outside tantalizes
Alluring me to open
Open…Open…OPEN!

Yet….
I sit and stare
At the beauty before me
Thinking...rationalizing...
Nothing lasts forever
NOTHING
Were the gift to be handled and fondled
It might lose its newness
Its mystic
Its beauty
It might get...old
And so 
The gift sits there
Unopened
But there is exquisite joy in knowing
In there beats a heart for you
Strong and true
Experiences fresh and new

When you are stronger
You will pull that pretty blue bow
Yet for now...
it’s good to know
the gift remains waiting...

The gift is for you

Eileen Manassian

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Nudershada Cabanes October 1, 2014 at 2:57 AM Delightful poem Eileen.the gift brings anticipation and excitement to the recipient but these feelings don't last. The spell is broken when the gift is opened but the thought, the care and the heart that comes with the gift lasts. Enjoy the gifts wrap or unwrap

Arthur Vaso September 20, 2014 at 4:29 PM This is very beautiful Eileen, I was gonna put a bow on and wrap myself up in a box, but if you dont open me, I might suffocate!!!!!

Paul Callus September 20, 2014 at 8:31 AM I myself am a lover of anticipation...and even more I believe in it. But one does not stop there; it is a build up that leads to full satisfaction ... the gift is there to be enjoyed. Avail yourself of it....some gifts do have the power of renewal! hugs // paul Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 8:43 AM Thank you, Paul...I adore pretty gifts...simple things that carry the heart of the giver touch me deeply. Words...my favorite types of gifts. A person can gift himself. SO much to think and ponder on. There are many considerations to accepting a gift....strings attached, perhaps? Thanks for your comment. Good to be in touch again.

Richard Lamoureux September 20, 2014 at 8:10 AM Enjoy the paper the bow, the anticipation and mostly the love that would cause the person to take the time to express their love in such a special way. Store the memory and feeling away in your heart so that you can reopen that gift over and over again. By saving it you rob the person of their anticipation, they wish for your joy. Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 8:41 AM Thank you for your insight into this, Richard. Very deep and thoughtful. Good to have your view on this write, my dear.

Liam Mcdaid September 20, 2014 at 7:13 AM very beautifully penned piece eileen Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 8:38 AM :) Liam...you honor me.

Demetrios Trifiatis September 20, 2014 at 4:52 AM You came back from Cyprus and brought the sun with you! You came back, fresh, invigorated and inspired! What a gift for us all as we are going to wait the opening of the box with all the beautiful poems you have in store for us! Welcome back, dear Eileen! Wonderful writing! Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 8:36 AM Gia sou, Demetri mou. :) Nai...ksana ertha gia na grapso! Pos esai? Lovely to SEE you again, my dear. Thank you for your sweet sweet post. Glika enai...opos panta. Filakia

Justin Bordner September 20, 2014 at 1:24 AM A gift of honest love remains always new in it's passion for you...such a pretty poem of enthrallment Eileen...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 3:55 AM You understand the heart of this poem, Justin. Newness is captivating. Gifts of love are enthralling, indeed. One must savor the gift as long a possible....as well as the heart of the giver.

Tim Smith September 19, 2014 at 4:09 PM Eileen I love the metaphor here...I would open your gift every night.....hugs Tim Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 3:55 AM What a lovely post, Tim. :) It warms my heart. Hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen September 19, 2014 at 4:04 PM - Gift given with love ..... but, maybe it's a completely different love you need - Great writing, my friend Eileen - Happy weekend - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 3:56 AM Questions abound, my sweet Sunshine! Thanks for your lovely visit today. Hugs

Ilene Bauer September 19, 2014 at 2:55 PM oh, this is so true! the anticipation of joy is sometimes better than the real thing. great poem, eileen! Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 3:57 AM Beautiful post from you, Ilene. I've been on holiday. Back now. Will visit you soon.

Nette Onclaud September 19, 2014 at 2:46 PM Eileen,this is a mellow, grand piece endowed with a sense of romantic mysticism and magic... love it.. huggs Eileen Manassian September 20, 2014 at 3:57 AM Thanks, Nette. Nice to have this visit and encouraging post from you. Hugs