Orlando Belo Poems
|561.||Shirley Told Me||4/1/2017|
|567.||Moving On 2||4/17/2017|
|569.||My Mind's Eye||5/1/2017|
|570.||The Dream Train||5/2/2017|
|572.||Friends For Tea||5/10/2017|
|573.||Could And Could Not||9/13/2016|
|575.||As I See It||9/16/2016|
|576.||The Great Divide||9/18/2016|
|578.||The Ants And The Bee||9/19/2016|
|580.||But I Can Still Remember||9/21/2016|
|581.||But I Love Only You||9/22/2016|
|585.||Words Of Love||9/26/2016|
|588.||Don't Make Money Your God||9/29/2016|
|589.||Dreams To Build On||9/30/2016|
|595.||Night And Day||10/4/2016|
|596.||Feeling Sorry For Myself||10/5/2016|
|599.||Sowing And Reaping||10/8/2016|
|600.||Just Good Friends||10/9/2016|
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A Tremor In My Heart
I was talking with some friends,
when you appeared out of the blue.
My voice failed in mid-sentence,
at the first sight of you.
When you turned and looked at me,
a tremor in my heart took place.
My heart raced and began thumping.
I saw my dreams in your face.
Your next glance brought with it a smile,
which immediately captured me.
My friends saw the effect you were having,
but you were all I could see.
I apologised for stopping in mid-sentence,
but I had become completely mesmerised.
My friends laughed, jeered and taunted me,
The problem from which I was suffering
began when I was a young lad.
I used to talk to my imaginary friends,
and for their friendship I was exceedingly glad.
But now that I am very much older,
countless hundreds I now talk to and see.
Many are most interesting and harmless,
but there are others who get to me.