The Poet's Heart Poem by Marvin Paul Mones

No uttered words the poet speaks, no skies of golden hue, no tales of unrequited love, they were lost when i lost you. No words to cares his lover's heart and gone. The dreams he swore they'd live. But alone within the poet dwells, no music swells within his soul, just silence surrounds his heart and the solitude englufs his world, when the soft and love depart and lost the beauty he once could see and the glory he saw each day, now the poet pens his last farewell, no more love can he convey. But what's the poet's soul to do? To release the love if feels for he'll surely die and wither if that love if now conceals he must hide the hurt and heartache, just smile to friends and say, i'm fine.. Love doesn't matter, and deceive them all that way. For a different face he'll show them, to barricade his pain. To hide his shattered spirit, from the love if ne'er attained. But the pain within shall kill him, not soon but through the years, for the poet knows his anguish, when alone he sheds her tears, and at night when dreams come calling. With her voice, her smile. Her eyes. A single tear upon his cheek, hides the pain his heart belies. For he loved her soul completely, was consumed by beauty's bliss, had shared her inner thoughts, but never share her kiss and when death comes to the poet, and to heaven his soul ascends, he'll smile before her beauty, for eternity never ends. So will the poet regret the life. Which stole away the years, no he'll simply recall the love he felt in all her tears. And when his love has joined him, and they meet in heaven's bliss. Their regret will quickly flow again, from my thoughts, to hand. To look. I'll not write of god or heaven, when upon your face i look. So the poet's again a poet. For the words were always there. I just didn't see much beauty. When your love i couldn't share. So their souls will find the love at last, that in life they could not seek, and the poet soon finds the words in you... The words.. He could not speak..