Unintended

Unintended So often the simplest expression provokes the deepest thought. Sometimes without intention love claims a place in our heart. And as the rising of the tide, washes the sea upon the sand, wiped away are tears cried by the touch of a gentle hand. The most innocent of words will stoke flames of desire. Sometimes a desolate heart is rekindled with raging fire. Unintended, though his motives may be, He passionately touches every part of me.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 10/29/2015 9:02:00 AM

This is a lovely poem and cleanly written, though not a sonnet in strict definition. So what, I say, it's the though that counts. Thanks again for stopping by and the compliment. Keep writing. / M

Lin Lane
Date: 10/29/2015 9:18:00 AM

Thank you, Maurice. I'll brush up on Sonnets 101. ;)

Casarah Nance

Date: 10/27/2015 7:02:00 PM

I love it! Thank you for your kind visit to my mailbox this morning, I don't get as much time to read lately as I would like, but I am sure pleased to have read this one, it is beautiful and I look forward to your entry in my latest contest :) hugs

Lin Lane
Date: 10/28/2015 1:34:00 AM

What nice compliments, Casarah. Thank you for reading this one.

Tim Smith

Date: 10/27/2015 5:19:00 PM

Ideally we all hope the desolate heart is rekindled...lovely Lin

Lin Lane
Date: 10/27/2015 5:25:00 PM

I agree Tim. I can't imagine a pain more sorrowful than a hopeless heart, withering from lost love. I appreciate your reading this one. ~ Lin ~

Lin Lane
Date: 10/27/2015 5:22:00 PM