Has your heart endured?
Archive for love
What is left of her life, when she resides beneath ebony skies, emotional seclusion. Their is light surrounding, the room is full of things, sounds, smells and yet she feels so isolated. She feels as, a whisper in a taunting wind and an uncompromising kind, spirals towards total darkness itself.
He sees, but he does not hear, he listens, but does not see. Her heart is swirling losing control, lost, its time to expire may be near, yet she can witness his heart beat, smell his sweet breath, feel is touch, distinguish his tone and take refuge within laughter, if only for a brief encounter.
Her mind walks a desolate highway, while he watches the other direction, gazing fake reality. As she withdraws, deeper within herself, the walls of discouragement blind her sight. She becomes cold, shivers, an emotional nakedness covers her flesh. Voices beckons her name, now she lens a deaf ear, it is all she can handle.
Engulfed in his own private thoughts, he forgets Her feelings, Her hurts, her scars, her needs. For her heart pleads, for an morsel of affection, for it is more precious than gold, a reaching hand, a soft tone, a word of encouragement, yet he desires, his own importance. She prays, before its too late, he realizes what really is the most important piece of his existence.
Without his love, she slowly withers, like a flower near death, waiting for the rains to come to reive it again.
It’s not how many breaths we take….. It’s the moments that take our breath away…❤
I love him with a passion like no other. My mind revolves around his profile, the crows feet which bare witness to his life’s encounters. He says he has endured so much, but really he has experienced so very little. My undying love is an unfamiliar kind, to his way of thinking, yet he needs it for his very existence.
I sense it, when he wraps his arms around me, engulfing my flesh with his strong barren arms. For the deep sigh, which comes from the depths of his soul, emerges like a breath which has given him life. A gasp for pure love, which is then carried through his veins. A ragging flame that refuses to relinquish.
Forever is not long enough.
To be cont.
Love is the answer that everyone seeks. Love is the language that every heart speaks.
~ Helen Steiner Rice
She wanders within halls of loneliness, she waits for a gesture from him, yet he is clueless. She loves him with every fiber of his being, yet he thinks just residing within the same corridors is enough for her, but it is so far from truth.
She holds on to that thread of life that he will remind her of the man she fell madly in love with. The emotions are close at heart; they are real, just vacant shelved waiting their time to expire. Does he love her enough to reach for her, to shelter her heart, or does he really give consideration to it?
Her heart has instructions, not by words on paper, but in her tears, her non verbal expressions. Does he care enough to learn how to interpret them; she knows he loves her even through unsympathetic ambiance.
She aches and wants with the deepest of passion but it cascades on deaf ears. Does he damage her love by neglect? She waits silently, waiting for a sign, a token of his affection, hopefully by the time he realizes, her love hasn’t vanished.
The autograph of his love, written within her heart, absorbed within her soul, has to be worth waiting for……….
He calls for me from his whispers, my soul aches for his passion…
Nectar rest on his sun barren lips, yet it is forbidden. For I do not witness, I cannot become consumed, for I slumber in harmony with promise. Does he flirt with my senses, brush by me with his smile, take refuge within hours of darkness with another………
Do I ponder, do I forget, or do I plunge into his arms, engulfing in flames of desires……..
Is the promise in my heart so tarnished, lonely, fragile, weaken and saturated with neglect, that he will imprison my restlessness……
My mind tiptoes across the movement of his tone, his craving wants and needs of love, blankets my soul. For undeniable pleasure is a tear drop away.
To my sweet sweet man,
Close your eyes my prince and dream a dream of scalding touch. I sense you, wherever I am. Your words follow me like the desert sun, I have no place to hide. I thirst no more, for within you I have found my drink. You have quenched my thirst and my body is immersing itself in your love.