Mihaela Pirjol

Blindly - Faith In Ardent Heart - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

When upon my first love I reflect…

Blindly — faith in ardent heart.
Love, with my soul created art;
Its expression seems abstract,
Ignored the notion of the fact.
Sparkly bright are my blind eyes,
Quick forgotten use of sight;
Deaf of sound my dreamy ears,
Pounding heart is their tingles;
Cannot perceive reality
When are filled with melody.
And Love steals my voice of tone
To express itself of love;
Melts it soft in tender pitches:
Is to you so sweetly speaking?
Blushing cheeks in timid blooming,
Roused emotions heart consuming;
Dispossessed of mine belonging
I follow Love madly in longing.
Bewitched by your presence...shiver!
At your touch, I melt in fever;
Immersed in your being, indispensable;
The fear of loss...unbearable!
With me alive in constant thought,
A joyful smile in heart you brought.
As your name I call in focused mind,
To my astonishing surprise;
You appear before my eyes...
Magic power of the Mind I realise;
Yet, you fool my mind with meaningful lies.
This Love, defeats my knowledge; laughs at me!
For no thought erect when weak my knee.
I am born again, whole, anew;
The path of Heart is essence pure;
And as all my knowledge; proved as lie,
I wonder...Are you just a habit of my mind?

Topic(s) of this poem: romance, love

Form: Dramatic Monologue

Comments about Blindly - Faith In Ardent Heart by Mihaela Pirjol

  • Daniel Brick (1/5/2015 11:50:00 AM)

    I just stumbled upon this beautiful poem BLINDLY FAITH IN ARDENT HEART, OR it tumbled into my space. Either way it's a wonderful discovery. This is a poem of imaginative experience but at times the language is so passionate
    it suddenly seems to be actual experience. This line, for example IS IT YOU SO SWEETLY SINGING? and that leads directly to the line I FOLLOW LOVE IN MAD LONGING. I know the events are mental not actual. You say as much a little later YOU APPEAR BEFORE MY EYES./MAGIC POEM OF THE MIND. Yes, the poem takes place in the mind but THE ARDENT HEART is the creator of this vision of an ideal man and finds the language that blurs reality and imagined reality into higher state of awareness. Throughout the poem you are conscious of the difference between the real and the ideal, but the passionate language, as I said above, blurs the distinction so you have to keep reminding yourself (and the reader) ARE YOU JUST A HABIT OF MY MIND? Yes, that's true but the language is so convincing it creates a texture of real sensory experience. And who would not want to surrender to it? Th key line for me is THIS LOVE DEFEATS MY KNOWLEDGE. That is is the ardent heart asserting itself against the real world - that poor excuse of existence compared to our imagined reality. What a visionary poem!
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  • Gajanan Mishra (3/24/2014 7:07:00 AM)

    path of heart is essence pure, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2016

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