Wilma Neels Poet Light Verse

If That Isn'T Love, Then Tell Me What Is?

With a broken heart
In miniscule pieces
I stood in front of you,

In weeks you took the time
To build me up,
To risk your heart on my broken one
Taking it piece by piece
Mending it with your tender, loving hands

You gave me the courage to
Spread my wings, jolted my memory
To fly again, 
If that isn’t love, then tell me what is?

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Constance La France July 26, 2010 at 7:50 PM This certainly sounds like love ~ beautiful lines you have penned for us ~

Carolyn Devonshire July 25, 2010 at 2:28 PM Someone who builds you up, puts together the broken pieces and gives you courage to fly again is most definitely a true love, Wilma. Such a lovely poem. Miss you, my friend. I'm having fun on my vacation. Love, Carolyn

Kabuteng P.Ink K. July 25, 2010 at 8:20 AM I love that last line-- I'd love for that guy to answer that, haha! Enjoyed this poem very much--keep on flying missy :) -- nikko :)

James Fraser July 25, 2010 at 7:52 AM It's definately love Wilma, and it's a wonderful feeling >> James

Daniel Cwiak July 25, 2010 at 7:43 AM What a wonderfully thoughtful write! Just beautiful expression, Wilma. Dan C

Michael J. Falotico July 25, 2010 at 7:32 AM Lovely write , a new start and love... always Michael

Harry Horsman July 25, 2010 at 6:47 AM Oh! this is wonderfl Wilma, in to my favourites it goes, your form "Light Poetry" with uch deep meanings. Harry

Earle Brown July 25, 2010 at 5:59 AM Beautiful!

Louzana Nubani July 25, 2010 at 3:24 AM this poem is amazing, keep it up :)