The heart that once...

The heart that once beat warmly
awakened by love,
the eye that gazed so fondly
moved by love,
the joy that filled
the smile that shone,
the lightness in my step,
all gone… all gone?

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My look, her voice,
her look, my voice,
the daily thrust and parry
tore apart our explanations
attempting reparation.

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Outward tears searing,
bitter sorrow feeling,
heart-broken for the
broken whispered words…unspoken.
Sorry my love. My love?

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Only the past…the lying,
deceiving past did know
what now we both do hold…
Love made not nor held
by piece of paper, band of gold…

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If made in heaven, then by heaven bemoan,
as passing months or years would prove
how easy then to say or feel…I love;
so difficult now to sing its song?

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Miracle…a beautiful haunting
devastating human word,
with so much promise,
hope extended flaunts.

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If only…so we dream and pray,
dream and pray, perhaps another day,
another plan, another woman or another man,
one day the right one will surely come along,
or…did we love the right one all along?

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Dennis Crompton © 1997

(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)