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The Last String

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You cut strings to my heart And left but only one On that you tug and pull You do it just for fun You want to see your strength And so you give a tug But when I come alive There is no welcome hug You rest and retire Exhausted from your play My heart is left in peace Until the dawning day The string's still in your hand And so you twirl it round You go out for a walk My heart drags on the ground You meet friends, joke, and laugh While my heart's trampled down But I can't reach that string As you party up in town You spend a lovely day While my heart's there in tow You tug it now and then To give my heart a go Tonight while you're asleep All snug in slumber land That single string will snap I'll snap it on demand I'm tired of your game HE wants my heart to win So I'll just snap that string And wipe your silly grin He wants to have my heart True love's the only string I'll gift it now to him He makes my sad heart sing So, when you wake at dawn All smug and satisfied And give that string a pull You'll not be gratified All you have is a string Lifeless and very still While my heart's flying high Filled with his every thrill Eileen

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/11/2015 8:50:00 AM

I enjoyed reading this one again. I hope you are having a great day Eileen.

Maurice Yvonne

Date: 1/13/2015 4:18:00 PM

This write is spectacular I never say a seven, I have never read any poet here who I did not award a seven to. Who am I to trample on their child. A seven to me is just good manners. However this is a very special write. Added to my favs. I think Richard caught on too how great a work this is. Congratulations Eileen I say with out hesitation you are an important poet in my eyes. Love, Armand.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/13/2015 4:21:00 PM

Maurice...you bring me joy. :) Words are so inadequate at times to express that. Thank you ever so much. I'm so touched by this visit and by your kindness to me. My poetry is so important to me. I'm just about to post a sonnet about it. I'm lost in this world of rhyme and I love it dearly. You are a part of that world...HUGS! :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/12/2015 7:35:00 PM

Came back to read the comments, I knwe they would be good!

Liam Mcdaid

Date: 1/12/2015 6:21:00 PM

very beautifully painted string eileen totally relate dear friend bless you some just pull all strings until the last straw the one that breaks the camels back powerful pen flowing golden ink

Tim Smith

Date: 1/12/2015 4:52:00 PM

Love is a crazy thing...we will do just about anything for love but at what point do we cut the strings to an abused love/heart...thought provoking...hugs Tim

Paul Callus

Date: 1/12/2015 4:05:00 PM

Love can be such a lovely game, as long as it involves no harm or pain. Playing with emotions is like playing with fire; it can get out of control. Can the game be played on an equal level? That would be ideal, but levels of intensity vary from one person to another...it's only natural. We can give all in love, but not to an extent where we have nothing in reserve. hugs // paul

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty

Date: 1/12/2015 10:23:00 AM

Wonderleen, blessed you are, you and your string theory. Queen of love and seduction I salute you.Hugs! rajat

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/12/2015 1:47:00 PM

:) Oh, Rajat, I'm touched. Thank you. I'm very ordinary, but it does make me feel good to hear it. Queen of seduction and love....a dear title. :) Hugs

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/12/2015 8:41:00 AM

Wowzer! I love the imagery and thought behind this piece Eileen. I like the thought of you taking control of your own heart.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/12/2015 1:53:00 PM

:) Taking control of my heart is not an easy thing, Richard. It is unruly... At least in poetry I can vent and pretend I have it all figured out. I don't. I like that you like the thought of me taking control of my heart. :) I like that you visit me...and encourage me. You are a ray of light, Richard. :) Hope...you stay the way you are. I truly hope so.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 1/12/2015 5:38:00 AM

No one should ever take advantage if somebody who gives all his/her love,nor take that love forfgranted..Love is about giving till it hurts..but its not to be abused.. A powerful poem tugging on my heart strings.Thanks for your support Eileen..and for visiting the link.These two people believed in my simple lyri cs and supporting them is the only small thing I can do..They got to me throug h poetrtsoup sm dear.. So tnks poetrysoup and precious friends like you xxxx.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/12/2015 1:59:00 PM

Wow! You've been discovered! How sweet!!! :) I'm happy for you, my dear. Love is bound to be abused. That's the way of life. If we don't believe that, we are living on Mars. It's called the principle of greater interest....or something like that. I heard it once in psychology class. The one who loves more...is more susceptible to give to please...Love is never equal...I don't believe it is. There is always one who loves more...and inevitably that's the one who suffers more. Aw....but I am a cynic. Thanks for the visit, dear. Hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 1/12/2015 1:12:00 AM

Your message that we should never allow anyone to use our heart as a toy or as a proof of his power over us, is masterfully expressed through your fine verses! Excellently done, dear Eileen! A seven.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/12/2015 1:58:00 PM

Thank you, my dear esteemed poet. :) We must never allow it, but it happens. Love is a crazy thing...it makes us do and say and write and think crazy things. Sanity has a hard time being heard. Your wisdom is valuable to me. Bless you, my dear poet. May you always find something in my little rhymes to please you.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 1/11/2015 11:35:00 PM

Another masterpiece of love! :)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/12/2015 12:16:00 AM

Masterpiece is such a pretty word, Arthur. :) I thank you kindly, sir. Thanks for the visit. :)

Justin Bordner

Date: 1/11/2015 8:15:00 PM

Mmmmm....to be rescued from the torque of arrogant affection, to be freed from the torture of one sided devotion, finding indubitable love that enhances your passion's freedom, that's epic Eileen...you describe this odd abuse so vividly, the metaphor has so much life and clarity. This poem shows that love isn't meant to be selfish...J.A.B.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/12/2015 12:14:00 AM

No....love isn't mean to be selfish, Justin. It is sacrificial...giving to the point of death, if need be. True love....conquers all. Thank you for your lovely visit, Justin. My day is starting. In 45 minutes I'm off to teach my grammar class. Oh...the joys of the active/passive voice! ;) I carry your voice with me....It will brighten my day. Hope you have a restful...evening. Or a passion filled one. Whatever your need is....Hugs

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 1/11/2015 7:11:00 PM

So nice to enjoy your verse this evening. And yes dear take care of YOU in the end no one else will. Light & Love

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/12/2015 12:09:00 AM

Oh Debbie....you are SO right. My Princess theory has gone through the floor! ;) Damsel in distress...right along with it. I'm more of a realist now. You'd think at 47...it's about time. Thanks for the visit, my dear. Good to "see" you. Hugs.

Laura Leiser

Date: 1/11/2015 5:37:00 PM

Very clever poem and well written. Heart strings can be easy to break, unfortunately.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/12/2015 12:06:00 AM

Thank you for the visit, Laura. The heart is a delicate thing. Mine certainly is. Welcome to the soup. Hope to visit you soon.

David Meade

Date: 1/11/2015 5:31:00 PM

I like the finish -- I hate bullies who pull on our emotional strings . . . soar high Little one -- love aerobatics in the sky!! Hope your classes/grading is going well. 7

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/11/2015 5:33:00 PM

Hi David. I'm actually on a bit of a break over the weekend. I just took things nice and slow today. Family is away...I hope all is well with you....Hugs

Ilene Bauer

Date: 1/11/2015 5:25:00 PM

wonderful poem! this flows very beautifully and i love how "he" (whoever he is) gets his comeuppance!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/11/2015 5:27:00 PM

HA HA! Thanks, my dear. You get a thought and run with it...vengeance is every present in my writing, my dear Ilene. This is mild...You should read my write, There Must be a Punishment. That one is scary! ;) Hugs