Heather Delhom Poems

My Love is honest
My Love is sweet
My Love is true
He can't be beat!
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What’s in a word?
That is contingent upon the manner
In which it is presented.
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The oceans roars its fear to us,
But we are not removed.

The wind beats its fear to us,
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The Heart-
Delicate
Frail
Broken
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Maybe its the way your eyes sparkle
when you look into mine
Maybe its how you say I Love You
nearly all the time
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Sightless
Soundless
Motionless
Stirring
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Shattered pieces
All around
Torn apart
Which way?
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Too much hate.
Too much pain.
Too much gone.
Too much remains.
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We never know where love is-
It finds us.

We never know how to love-
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Red fruit
Orange sun
Yellow leaves
Green grass
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