The heart that carries... volumes

Heavy the heart

 soaked in love,

marinated, tender;

freshness sealed.

Later, shared

on opening, squeezed

of the elixir savioured

euphoria tasted

sometimes drunk

til dry, emptied.

Of the love thats passed

not replenished, dies.

the heart lives

broken.

Reviews

[zunie frost]

wow .... good
words are perfectly chosen!!!
love it !! 100 points

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Zunie 100 points to you:)

[zunie frost]

ok !!!!! thanks

[McBear]

I loved how you did this! Very descriptive :D

[andrew mitchell]

thank you Poison:)

[McBear]

:D My pleasure

[jesserose99]

I just got that love wasn't 'filled up' again...the gas tank was on E...and nobody did anything about it. Nice write, people don't know what they lose sometimes until it is already gone and there is nothing you can do about it.

[andrew mitchell]

How true Jesse and thank you for your kind words, always appreciated!:)

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-- indeed... when love is not reciprocated, heartbreak is inevitable... yet we survive...

-- this is a beautiful piece of poetry... -- really like the images in it...

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much. I so enjoyed your magical write lol brilliant!

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-- you're very welcome... and thank you... i forgot to thank you on my page... lol... :p

[andrew mitchell]

i'll let you off this time!!! lol:)

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