My Soul to Thee

 

My first love I gave devotion

in that curious wonderful way

Always searching her for Heaven

while we two spent our days at play

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To my second love went strength

rock of the heart to be broke in two

So less like the many

so much more like the few

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To my third I gave my all

bundled and tied within a ring

Breathing the very air of her soul

to me she was everything

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My first love gave me sight

opening the eye's of man to see

Promising me the world

showing what a woman could be

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My second gave me arms of love

that on cold nights held on tight

Promising to love me forever

squeezing with all their might

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But oh it was my third love

that set my mind free

Who crafted a selfless character

then gave my soul to me

Author's Note

Who can say with any certainty just which way in life is the correct path? It has been my contention and then my conviction, that one is best served by following the heart. It sometimes leads us to pain or the highway to hell such as the road that claimed one of our best and brightest Janis Joplin. After failing twice before to find my own place in life I asked myself. Which is worse to give your all and ultimately fail, or to never truly risk anything? For me the answer lies somewhere within the failure of truth to teach us the value of the real treasures in our lives. Taking stock in ourselves and our own self-worth and given enough time and a bit of luck it will take us to the place where we learn the meaning of love, that place we inevitably call Home!
Failure is only present in he who refuses to risk his pride in the effort.

Reviews

[Dayran]

The symphony created by an orchestra comes from many fine instruments in its ensemble. Together they create a tune to which we nod our heads ... tap the feet and then perhaps one day we might rise to sing to it. That is as true of a symphony, the world outside or the relation we may have with a woman. She's the man's companion and guide.

[Barbara Walker]

This introspective poem reminds me that everyone we meet brings something special to our lives, bringing out greater aspects of ourselves and teaching us many lessons. Great write!

[Tomi]

Love is a beautiful thing.You expressed that convincingly in this write...Beautiful! utterly beautiful

[Becky C Strukamp]

A very insightful poem of love...you are so right we never know which life will guide us and the lessons we can learn from such. Wonderful Poem Tate.

[Little Whisper]

This is why I love this home...

[WeekendWriter]

A lovely tribute and another fine piece.

[KarinaT]

Finding your place in life and knowing it is the greatest achievement and gift of all. You have expressed your path of love and self discovery beautifully. Wonderful!

[Pax]

"the answer lies somewhere withing the failure of truth to teach us the value of the real treasures in our lives."
~this authors note struck me so much...its always a pleasure hearing your wisdom of life...
~ about the poem... second chance is never too late...it's all about understand the failure of truth like you said...
got to love this~Failure is only present in he who refuses to risk his pride in the effort.
Marvelous Job mr. Tate as always...

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

wow!, this creates lots of mental pictures. Is good.

[Coyote Poetry]

It is how we look at love with age and experience. A nice road trip into the flow of love and happiness. Real love and staying together take patience and hard work. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Baby Ricochet]

My divorce broke my heart into shards but you know what, it was worth it. WHat I mean is if I could go back and do it over again I'd do the same thing. To feel love like that was worth the pain of losing her. I don't think I'll ever love a girl that way again. I'm not 20 years old any more and I'm cautious now. Great poem as always Tate. You are the King