Sentimental Heart

Safe

Her heart is locked away,

Untouched by passion’s thorn,

Never again to walk on winged feet.

 

Hollow anxious breezes sway

Where,

Once upon a time,

She danced,

On a beautiful autumn day,

In the arms of Prince Charming

His chosen Fairy Princess;

Their future love a mere kiss away.

 

 

Regret

Tugs at her spirit

No more often than every day.

Her mind is scorched by memories

Of love, like Handel’s Messiah,

Written by God,

Translated by angels,

So mankind might comprehend

Such perfectly balanced obsession.

 

 

A lifetime gone awry,

Would she take love back?

Play the fool,

One more time to try?

Where her happiness lived

Behind brown eyes

In his perception of their lives,

Her heart is locked away

Untouched,

Safe and sound,

Never again to cry out in pleasure

Or in pain.

Reviews

[Bubo]

Would she take love back?
Play the fool,
One more time to try?
Where her happiness lived
Behind brown eyes

loving can be a painful business.......and once gone dare we return and risk that again, or never experience what our heart craves?
Tough question.......and a beautiful heart felt write on the choas we can find ourselves in.

[Kelly D. Burris]

Complex write really shows the torment she's experiencing.
The regret stanza it wonderful in it's flow, described in the melody of a musical piece.
Nice write.
Kelly

[*** Hey Jude***]

You have conveyed with perfection the way a heart that was once broken can be scared it seems beyond repair. But the desire to be loved never seems to go away once you have known love that is true. ~ Jude xo

[T. L. O'Neal]

This is a deep piece with all the complexities of the human heart where it exists in the context of love and romance. Sometimes we play it safe in matters of the heart to protect ourselves from the possibilities of pain, but is it better this way or not. Wonderful write and beautifully put. T

[Pema Dorje]

beneath the veneer of sentimentality or Western Romanticism proper is the idea of surrender in Devotional longing the feminine aspect of Love. By this longing Heart we follow as compass to the beloved. To kiss the beloved with the same kiss the beloved kisses me and in that kiss live eternally is the eastern form of devotional surrender ... we are one, east or west!

lovely write!