41. I Want Love
I don’t want attachment.
I want love.
I don’t want you to be
I don’t want attachment.
I want love.
I don’t want you to be
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I know we're old now and our bodies don't work as they should.
But if I could dance with you once more I surely would.
To dance as we did without a care.
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The map of the heart is a rugged terrain
that throws you off course causing pleasure or pain.
Uncharted territory with no paths or roads
where battles are fought or love can grow.
I'm so delighted you chose to promote this poem, as through this I discovered the rest of your poems published by Family Friends. A wonderful discovery - keep writing. Best wishes, Ann.
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
Another job very well done. Very insightful and very easy to read. I like this style.
What does it look like when a heart breaks?
Is it watery eyes driving the interstate?
What does it sound like when the pieces fall away?
Is it rhythm and melody?
Good to get it out there. I do hope the writing helped. Even if it didn't help you, I'm sure it will help others.
Best wishes, Ann
Is love enough, I wonder--
to bridge the chasm between what is and what could be?
Can it weave a path from the ethereal threads of two souls,
each bearing the weight of their own worlds?
Something about this poem really caught my attention. You have used some wonderful phrases. Really special. I must look up and see what else you have written. Best wishes, Ann.