Like a virgin to love
I felt a miracle for the first time
As your presence touched my life
You gave my heart joy it never had
And opened my eyes to a new light
Not knowing love isn't just a pretty face
But what that's lock in a heart
I fell as the victim to a lie
False promise of sweet love
Streams of pain! I now bleed
Many years my heart wasn't red.
thanks for reading
Copyright © ®2009, Eyan desire.
June 26th 2009
I'm impressed, you say too much in a few words; it's absolute simplicity along with great complexity. Your idea is too deep but expressed very well. I love your choice of words. Brilliant
this is... undescribable. it really made me think. i'm kinda speechless. love, Heart of Ice
touching.... first cut of the heart.. first love...first heartbreak... nicely written, my friend.. lovelots, Maia
see......... sorry. but, life eh? ? choose virtue.....
Very good poem I understood it right away. I think I reaily felt what you wrote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes the talk of love puritya nd true love appear to me to, be archaic and effervescent terms....everyo9ne has his own interpretation and spin....yet i feel a unified definition may be ever elusive...yet a very nice portrayal...i liked it cheers