Constance La France Poet Narrative

My Heart and Spirit

 
There is a painting at the art gallery,
I have a strong affection for;
it is a man that calls me from the past,
in the year 1670 lived this nobleman.

Long dark hair falls to his shoulders,
a strong face with fathomless eyes;
eyes full a passion and desire,
he does not smile, yet I adore him.

I want to reach out to him,
he seems to see me, beckon to me;
come to me-   he whispers,
aristocratic is his demeanor, dignified.

O, but could I step within the frame,
be in his world-   in his time;
we would hold hands in silence,
for he would know without question  . . .

my heart and soul are his forever.

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November 11, 2012


Poetry/Narrative/My Heart and Spirit
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All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France

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Jack Horne November 12, 2012 at 3:00 PM this is wonderful. I really love your imaginative art gallery pieces, Constance - hope you will write about all the pictures you love there, so we can see them through your eyes

Russell Sivey November 11, 2012 at 8:21 PM What a magnificent and majestic write you have written here my friend! I really enjoyed your wondrously crafted poem here Constance! What a delightful and endearing piece, Great Work!!

Elizabeth O'Driscoll November 11, 2012 at 6:21 PM wonderful write Constance, love elizabeth