TO G.H.

Another one...

He’s not the one--

I’ve always known--

His eyes are cold,

His soul’s a stone.

 

Our paths won’t cross,

And if they should,

I cannot win

A heart of wood.

 

I’ll never know

His arms, his kiss.

He’s not the one--

Oh but he is!

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Wow such a tricky situation, where mind says no but heart knows he is the one for you. I really enjoyed your poem madam. The pictures, rhymes, feelings are all perfectly blended together. Hats off to you!

[Marie]

Thank you. Of course, he's not the one...

[Great Aunt Astri]

Ah, so sad , so lovely. Wonderful pictures.

[Marie]

Thank you.

[Matching Socks]

So wrong but so right for you.
Love has a mind of its own. Really liked this one Marie.

[Marie]

Oh, I fear G.H. isn't right for anybody. But that doesn't keep me from loving him.

[mattavelli]

Gregory Hines?
I'm sure we could arrange a meeting.

[Marie]

No. Although I like Gregory Hines very much, the G.H. I write my hopeless little poems to is Gregory House.

[mattavelli]

And the pieces fall into place. :)
Thanks for sharing.

[Woody]

love this to bits. he's difficult to get and yet he's the one.
these G.H. poems are really something, Marie.

[Marie]

They're really something all right. I just don't know what.