In the deepest hearts, are minds are one.
No need to wonder what we where.
All we are, we are for that today.
We have that chance for tomorrow.
That hope is that this love will last.
And never be gone from our hearts.
The same applies for our dreams.
To hold and cherish, to love and never forsake.
This love we ask is are ode to life.
This love is are sonnet of joy.
Every waking hour we are at one with each other.
That love with time us holds us together.
Some may say we live too much.
But how can we live a little.
We must love each other so much.
Or living would not be as half as much.
To us as it would be to those who doubt it’s true cause.
Some say hope is not real.
They say we are weaker for are desires alone.
I say otherwise my sweet sonnet of joy.
I say we are bounded by that hope, in that love we share.
And that we are stronger together for it.
Who can it be but only to us, to measure those affections.
Are love will grow like the fountains of time.
That for that love in are hearts.
Makes are minds knowledgeable or that love.
We are wiser for that belief we share.
We are kinder for that love we bare.
That love we bare outside.
Never to bare that love in silence.
We are not silent for love.
We welcome every aspect of love itself.
Who are people to tell us who we can love.
And at what cost that love will be.
It is us alone who have that good sense in heart, to feel all we can be.
And that love with hope is what makes us who we are.
A contest entry
- Swollen Hearts by prankstar.
1150 points, ended August 27, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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beautiful. absolutly beautiful. a pleasure to read. thank you for entering my contest.
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Thank you I'm glad i am in your'e contest I love these ones where I can show my talent
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In the deepest hearts are minds that are one
All we are, we are for that today,
We have that chance for tomorrow -
a hope this love will last.
This will never be gone from our hearts
And same applies for our dreams.
To hold, cherish, love and never forsake
This love an ode to life
This is our sonnet of joy.
Waking hour we are at one with each other -
and some may say we love too much
But how can we love too little
for living would be half as much.
Some say hope is not real
They say we weak for our desires.
I say otherwise my sweet sonnet of joy
I say we are bound by that hope of love.
Our love will grow like fountains of time
We are wiser for that belief we share
We are kinder for that love we bare.
Never to hold our love in silence
welcome to each aspect of love,
who are people to tell us who we can love
And at what cost that love will be
With have the good sense in heart to feel all we can be
And that love with hope is what makes us who we are.
Lol, seriously cupcake, you need to re-read your work before you publish. Heaps of spelling mistakes coookie dear ^^.
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