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If Passion Is Denied

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What can I do, for you are out of reach? I weep and sigh in dungeon of my heart I tear my clothes in anguish, I beseech That of my misery you share a part For I am here tormented in this place I’m shackled to the wall of dark despair While you roam free with sunshine on your face You breathe the air of love without a care And here am I in need of tenderness I fear my death will come without a sound This body long untouched by your caress Will soon enough be lowered underground I cannot live if passion is denied There would be not a joy to see me through Unending love must in my heart abide And all I want and need is found in you Yet, here am I, imprisoned in the gloom For you have gone and left me sore in need The flower of this love has lost its bloom The crimson of its hue is what I bleed Eileen Manassian

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Honestly J.T.

Date: 3/1/2015 5:12:00 PM

I can hear you longing. Such heartfelt words. well done -JT

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/2/2015 2:24:00 AM

You are familiar with longing, JT. That shows in your last poem. I wonder what that's all about. Yes, there are longings in my heart. Not all longings can be fulfilled. Thanks for the visit.

Shane Cooper

Date: 3/1/2015 4:46:00 AM

You my dear friend show the complexity of your heart in these last few hours. A poem of such deep sexual passion and then such a poem of sadness at the loss of a love. Such depth and range of feelings is "WOMAN" in all her Beaty and grace. You always enchant me. Love Shane xxx

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/2/2015 2:25:00 AM

I'm glad that I enchant you, my dear. I seem to have lost that power of late with some. Thanks for lifting my spirit. I do appreciate you continue support, Shane. Hope all is well with you, my dear....HUGS

David Meade

Date: 2/28/2015 10:38:00 PM

How we wither without love, without a gentle touch, without words to speak and hear . . . we were not made to be alone . . . a deep and powerful write LO. You have captured both sides tonight . . . from the physical/emotional pinnacle of love to the desolate isolation of loneliness. 7

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/28/2015 11:13:00 PM

Wither is the word, my dear. Thank you for your visit here. I love it when you pass by. You always have something kind for me...and I thrive on kindness. Hugs

Arthur Vaso

Date: 2/28/2015 9:50:00 PM

My God, the photo, the poem, this is so me!!!! Needless to say, wonderful poem!!!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/28/2015 11:13:00 PM

We are both a little emo, eh? ;) Thanks for the visit, Arthur. I'm glad we are kindred spirits in a sense.

Rob Carmack

Date: 2/28/2015 9:09:00 PM

A well written poem in meter. Good word placement, especially with the three-syllable words.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/28/2015 11:14:00 PM

I'm pleased you passed by, Rob. I know that you don't flatter people, so this post is doubly good for me. Thank you ever so much.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 2/28/2015 6:12:00 PM

Ouch Eileen.. C' est la vie my dearest friend..This is so so sad and moves me deeply..I do believe crimson hues will wrap your heart with his own blood one day..Smile : )

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/28/2015 11:16:00 PM

:) What a delightful post, my dear. We write about it all....Thanks for the lovely visit, Gorgeous. Sending you mu love...

Abdul Malik

Date: 2/28/2015 12:26:00 PM

"The flower of...what I bleed" Outstanding. I love these lines. Heartrending and a confession of true, undying love. Very nicely written.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/28/2015 1:07:00 PM

Thanks Abdul Malik. Please read my poem before this one....Erogenously Yours. It is for the same contest you entered for. I've given a comment about your poem. :) Hugs

Ilene Bauer

Date: 2/28/2015 10:25:00 AM

this is just gorgeous, eileen! bravo!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/28/2015 11:04:00 AM

I'm beaming with your praise, Ilene. Thanks.

Paul Callus

Date: 2/28/2015 9:47:00 AM

Very strongly expressed, heartfelt and sad. Denied of love and passion, there is no chance of survival....the heart will bleed to death. This isn't just imagination...but you have the allure to bring back the crimson of love's hue. hugs // paul

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/28/2015 11:05:00 AM

Ah Paul...allure...comes and goes, doesn't it? It's like....plate of the day....or flavor of the season or....Perhaps I should stop being an idealist and deal with real life...and the different hues of love. My dear, thank you for your visit. I'm so happy when you pass by. Hugs

Tim Smith

Date: 2/28/2015 9:22:00 AM

I Imagine the right one will come along and set her free...hugs Tim

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/28/2015 11:06:00 AM

In poetry...the right one always comes along! ;) Thanks, Tim.