Pealing Feelings, Feelings Pealing. Poem by Bruce Vanizy

Pealing feelings, Feelings pealing,
As they grew from the beginning,
From whence they knew;
Love and alike was a few,
From whence they knew, beauty became beyond,
When he was love stoned, and had no significance,
Even though not as brilliant as her,
It was foretold by there growing hearts,
A tale soon to shape and pull them apart,
From a lonely space and bring them as one, to shape,
There beauty that was true and definite...


He rewinds time,
Moments and there age,
Rewind buck to when they met,
And craved, what they said,
They were brave, what was said
Was made, her importance was known;
By his presence,
They made sense in there own simple way,
Without any pretense,
Description was unimaginative,
Not even from a simple picture or what would be creative,
He was abrasive, maybe that was the cause;
That she could be persuasive,
To lead him on to a world, indifferent from a simple taste of wine,
Or when he could whine of how much she was fine;
In front and confront among others,
'My brothers, we moved ahead and became lovers'
Lovers from different page covers,

That covered different worlds,
Though he was glad they were never a match of the same blood,
It would be sad, make them mad and unhappy.


A simple kiss,
And he would be at ease,
Moments and time would freeze,
Her arms he would squeeze,
As they watched the sun set and the cooling breeze,
Simple lovers that watched there feelings peal,
And as it peal...there feelings.