It Grows

Feel the longing-

It rises within my bones;

Dare the deception-

My heart has a mind

Of its own,

A sense of all that has been

And all which is to come;

It beats at unsteady paces

And causes the rest to grow numb.

Heartache is deceiving,

For it clings to the rush

Accompanied by those feelings

Which should be hushed,

Quieted and hidden from the world;

It plays unkind games

In Cupid’s name,

But it grows and goes for itself,

The heart never to be tamed.

Truth is irrelevant in its twisted

Mind-it sneaks and lurks

For a new prey to find,

The chase never really over and done

Until the heart’s new playmate

Finally refuses to run

Another step in the direction 

Toward agony and desire,

Such powerful things

That set the soul on fire

And burn the heartstrings. 

Reviews

[Jack...]

Intensely beautiful Sarah Marie. This poem flows like a soft meandering stream straight to my heart.

[Sarah Marie]

Oh, thank you! Your reviews and kind words mean so much to me!

[Jack...]

You are very welcome.

[The 13th Eros]

There is a wildness to what love does to the mind, and then to find two minds and hearts that can dance around that same fire... amazing. You give words to the emotions that are often too hard to verbalize.

[Sarah Marie]

oo thank you! I am glad to see I have yet to disappoint...