Hollow hearts hardly hearing heavenly hymns
suffering silently in sorrow's sobbing cesspool.
Soul's wick withers from waning in weathered wandering
never finding another stem to spark by speaking one's very name.
Lord blesses in his wisdom with that special sanguine searing
bringing to one hand the fingers he created to match.
In a second of bursting brush one feels an unfamiliar flame
piercing with passion's light in the longing's virgin recesses.
The mind tugs its doubts into a drawer shut by infatuation's spell
because inside a still small voice says this person is your tomorrow.
Suddenly, Elysium kisses with euphoric gentle grazes glow,
and you feel intensely without thinking this other life you've found
is the angel destiny sent to fill the abyss of your being,
each dream which was poured in the pit of one's pulse evaporates
replaced by love's quakes, shuddering the marrow forever.
A contest entry
- 24 hr Quickie......Define Love in 15 lines by poet2angels.
475 points, ended October 7, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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beautifully penned with emotion,alitteration, and wonderful imagery....This is superb,,,Lynda
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omg...the final stanza struck home with me.... my marrow has never been the same....and it is irreplaceable and irresistable and inevitably indelible. bravo!
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Thank you so much for the great comment.
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