Itterations I call them
Lasting only but a while
Reality chasing them to the winds
Seeming a rock
Turning smoke amidst wind
Like wax before fire
They melt away in delusion
Dissipating in turns after another
Declaring emotions better the living
But...
Denying emotion declared mars it
Cutting ways to meet ends?
Only serves now not in the posterity
Utterations of love! ! !
Saying those words over again makes no sense
Not without objectivity in actions
Tender hearts should not be broken
Upthrust breasts never played
Seductive eyes never wetted in regret
All because of love lost
Before expressing them...
Consider sacrifice to live it
May they be as the East horizons
Real as the Sun
Sweet as the taste of honey
May mere words never be deceptive
To hearts that crave a rose
Fight through goaling the rose
Pluck the thorns before gifting
Emotions rooted in love may be true
But that expressed in surety lies
Make tender hearts believe
In love that never fades
In lust that cannot be cold
You make them believe
But have you ever truly loved
... Utterations
Obiaeli, such a well penned poem..........................
Yes, you are very right. Tender hearts should never be broken. Turning smoke with wind forms cloud and does rain. But love acts like powerful balm to heal mind. Love never fades. An excellent poem is well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully spoken, powerful and moving! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++