And What of Love?

And What of Love?

 

 

What is this that makes my heart beat furiously?

It feels a pull and longingly wishes to be filled.

 

It feels the touch of something familiar, something new and remembered.

Open and inviting, shyly it waits.

 

Afraid of being broken again, it looks across the fields (open and free),

safely behind it’s walls.

 

The garden it tends to so carefully, will never be shown to another,

lest it’s delicate balance of colors and shapes be trod upon without a care once again.

 

The ravages of many a heart’s war hath made it brittle; and fragile as a thinly blown glass.

Capturing the scent of another’s garden deep in the colors of it’s still and beating shell.

 

And what of love when it’s thinly blown glass is fractured?

These are the scars of to may hearts wars, only to be sheltered safely behind the walls

of this poem.

 

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

Love can make us or break us.Yet we wonder do we dare to court it in hopes that it is true this once.This is nice friend of mine :)

[ron]

Thank you Vidya. Yes, we do court it knowing it can break us.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[BlackRose]

Poem with some gusto to it. Superb at that. Love sometimes is a hard thing to get and understand. But once one's in so true, it's wonderfully beyond.

[ron]

Thank you BlackRose. Very true.

[Sami Khalil]

Scars from wars within, shattered glass of souls, fading scents, open invitations without answers. A powerful poem...:).............

[ron]

Thank you Sami...:) you are most kind with your words.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:)....................