Good things take time,
and it is reserve for good heart.
Everything good in this world
is built on love.
Affair of the heart is more elusive,
but good heart favors luck.
Good luck and happiness to you,
who wishes good things.
Love cuts the deepest,
and clean to the bone.
It makes your heart weep,
and makes your soul moan.
It will rip you to piece's,
Then leave you alone.
Yes, love cut's the deepest,
and clean to the bone.
Oh, how to begin,
with no way to impart.
So much lies within,
this affair of the heart.
It's never a win,
if two hearts depart.
Yet, when does love end.
When will it re spark?
Love cuts the deepest,
I've been thru the throes.
it makes your heart weep,
and makes your soul groan.
It makes your mind scream,
No, I'm not made of stone.
Yeah, love cuts the Deepest,
Then soaks thru your Bones.
.Tracy and Hepburn
Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn
An affair Hollywood will always remember.
From the moment their eyes met
They fell in love, how we could forget.
It was soon after which they surrendered
Where love is concerned, not all is rendered.
The love soon became an affair of the heart
no one would tear them apart.
In a span of twenty five years
Nine films were made among all the tears.
Of the love that grew intensely between them
For he never once left her again.
She respected his wishes for she understood
That in private life he was not hers.
They never appeared in public together
Yet they shared a love that lasted forever.
Maybe one day at city square
I'll scream your name in a bullhorn
and post a flyer on every flag pole
my confession of loving you.
I have no fear of the consequences. Love's
the true culprit and I am its robot in action,
who can blame my madness?
Maybe one day you'll have pity on me
and stop your indifference bound to melt
once you get to know me, who knows.
I know love's in the air and you only need to
open your heart to its distinct possibility, the
arms, and kisses, will do the rest.
Maybe one day you get tired of my nuisance
and throw the towel, conquered by my resilience,
who knows, love's a crude affair of the heart, not
a school discipline.
Maybe one day you finally read one of my poems
that honors our love and promises deliverance
to the bosom of happiness.
Maybe one day you'll fall in love with me
madly.
Make me sad I won't care just as long as you're there
And I know that I'm loved; it's a pleasure to share!
But some pain's more a private affair of the heart,
And continuous sharing is torture, not art!
We all grok what we feel, but some thoughts are less real:
Things we fear are the worst! If I could, I'd repeal
All the fears that you hide, but I don't get to vote!
Can't escape family! Give a leopard new coat?
There's NO love I'll divest! Must get off of my chest:
Should I kill love to keep your Love? At whose behest?
It's the truth! I love Love more than you or myself
And Love's never a gift that goes stale on a shelf.
Although death might end Pain, death does rub on life's grain,
For not many who die live to taste earth again
Or to say what they learned there! Please don't lose your nerve:
'Touch' enjoyable 'pain?' Might 'life' be Love's 'hors d'oeuvre?'
Brian Johnston
22nd of July in 2019
I just ran into Miss Bear,
At the beauty parlor frosting her hair,
Says she's been there all day,
Trying to hide that pesky gray.
Said she has a date with Mr. Porcupine,
Looking later for a good steak and some nice red wine,
Despite the pain of her claws and his quills,
Their romance has been a great thrill.
Every time they get up and dance,
She plucks the quills from her pants.
That porcupine can really cut the rug,
And bear gives the best hugs.
Love conquers all and they will be fine,
Even for a bear and a porcupine,
Their love is an affair of the heart,
Close enough to kiss but still apart.
I knew I was gone when I went into the sleep..
There was no guilt or pain insight..
I’ve never had an affair of the heart.. of mind, body and soul..
The comfort I felt was beyond words from my mind...
And I was destined to fall under his spell...
The fire I felt on my skin began to rage..
I became like an animal in a cage..
Every time I drew back, he pushed me forward..
I could feel his arms embrace me like no other,
His strength overpowered me and breathing became a necessity..
I gasped each time we danced the dance..
I could feel life’s breath leaving my body..
As he held me tighter and tighter..
I have never known such ecstasy as I drew each breath as the last..
Don’t know why I gave in so easy, temptation is not one of my virtues..
I’ve always weighed the pro’s and cons..
Who is this man of many tricks that I would succumb to him ?
I am smarter than this I thought in one lucid moment..
Be gone I said.. leave me alone I do not want to follow you..
All you want is my soul... and I am not ready...
When I am I will call you....
PS. This was a recent experience I had in the ICU...
My love for you knows no bounds
An exquisite affair of the heart
Passionately addicted to the nth degree
Knew it right from the start
The signs were there for everyone to see
Google-eyed and mumbling away
Forgetting important meetings and such
Or the silly stuff I wound say
Us humans don't have it down pat, yet
We still have a way yet to go
To call us perfect is a bit premature
But the progress we're making shows
At times people actually make some sense
Of some of the things I say
But bidding someone a fond farewell
Is not how to start each day
It seems I've been bitten and bitten real good
By this bug that's known as love
Haven't slept soundly for many a night
Dreaming of my sweet turtledove
© Jack Ellison 2014
when it comes to matters concerning the heart
my head doesn't seem to be very smart.
i never look before i leap,
the wrong way down a one-way street.
it seems i've really got a knack
for picking mr. wrong.
i'll find the ******* in the crowd
it doesn't take me long.
he's the hot shot in the cowboy hat,
the one with snakeskin boots.
or the biker in the leather jacket,
he looks kind of cute.
the ******* with the attitude,
that's the guy i like.
he can have my gratitude
if he'll get me through the night.
look at what you've done to me
this way you make me feel inside
I can't explain why it's happening
but I know it is something I should hide
it hurts to feel this way about you
knowing that you don't belong to me
but in my dreams I'm holding you
and no one can tell me it can never be
so you call it an affair of the heart
something we feel with our souls and minds
when we're together, are we really apart
only in body, our souls are intertwined
you know when you sing to me
or when I look deep into your eyes
and your beautiful smile
just lights my life up like fire
when you tell romantic stories
I pretend that's you and me
and in the end with all the glory
you and I were meant to be
it was no mistake
His letting our paths cross
it was never our choice to make
destiny can't stop love
so you call it an affair of the heart
something we feel with our souls and minds
when we're together, are we really apart
only in body, our souls are intertwined
you know when you sing to me
or when I look deep into your eyes
and your beautiful smile
just lights my life up like fire
An affair of the heart has many forms...
It can blow you over like an October storm..
Sometimes it comes to you like a warm spring breeze..
Other times it can blind side you but move with ease..
It can twist your stomach into knots..
Or it can cover your fears when your mind is shot...
You might even fall into a pond of warm bliss...
Or have your knees buckle from just a thought of your kiss..
Love is a funny game with no rule book or directions...
We trip and fall and move on with some corrections..
Just when you think you've seen it all,
another year goes by and still you fall..
That's what makes love so grand.. Today maybe alone, but
tomorrow a better hand...
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