heavy heart

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  • Lost Love

    heavy heart

    It seems as though love fades over time.....
    No matter how hard we try to keep it alive.
    A once burning ember like fire deep inside
    flaming passion so wild theres noway it could hide!!!.
    Now.......just a castle in the sand washed away with the tide.

    A forked road up ahead,our seperate ways we both tread
    A lonely walk it is that we have chose
    and all for reasons we dont even know....

    Its funny how one longing for love
    should choose to be alone
    when all they have to do is call to
    the one to whom they once belonged

    Why should we be apart when we can still be one
    in spirit and in heart...

    What once was,still remains
    deep down inside behind the hurt and the pain

    Softly......hope whispers to the heart
    prompting the memories of the love we had from the start

    Love itself has not faded.....
    it still lives within, only waiting to be appriciated

    It longs to be free and give us new life
    as we continue on as husband and wife

    Will we heed to loves call
    that beckons us daily?
    will we see past our selfish desires
    and all we are craving?

    Oh how i miss the warmth of our love
    so safe, so secure and so sure
    Oh Lord only you know that love
    I am longing for....
    Seems only You can bring the miricle
    of us loving one another like we did once before.

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    rollerderby commented on heavy heart

    07-21-2009

    L onel;y hearts make for great poems that alot of us can relate to. I'm sorry you had to experience it to create this poem. I hope things are better now. Well done!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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