She Whispers..

She whispers sweet
nothings in our
ear..
and we cannot
hear it..
In her eyes are
the whisper of
true love..
Yet.. we do not
see it..
With her tamberine
she dances
for us..
but we do not
rejoice..
And with her heart
does come the
whisper of a
thousand passions..
But, Behold! we will
not receive it..
And in so doing
we break the heart
of a velvet night
whose stars fall
at the feet of
she who whispers..
and they weep..
For their joy
is no more..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
About the heart that cannot receive the gift of love..

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swade777
Cafetwo.... I think you've just nailed me to the post of guilt! I've had 'interest' shown to me at various times by various ladies, but it always seems that I find a reason to evade their interest or advances. Like I said about the poem of gnj4u - I'm fearful of the pain that comes from having my trust fractured by one that I loved so deeply. "How does one learn to trust again?" Now there's a concept for a poetry contest! Powerful message here my friend!!
marikia
I will continue the flow of the previous comment. Love is so powerful, Cafetwo, so demanding, it captures mind and soul. Not all of us are ready to embrace it, cause we are too scared of consequences, so it takes courage to acknowledge we are in love, hence such unwillingness to succumb to great feeling. This and many other things are to blame for failure to accept love. But is there any other option, I wonder.
cafetwo2010
swade777..Only my thoughts about trust..It's kind of a mistake to put all your trust in a human being. Human nature being what it is we can all falter at any given time. No one person can take care of all our needs and when we think that way we make a God of them. Some people when they say I'm giving my partner All my trust they really mean All. So if we're not rooted in ourselves and that partner leaves us we are truly undone because we made the agreement with ourselves right at the start that they were Everything. They were only a helper through life..they were not life itself. I guess we have to be as ready to trust in another 'again', as we would want another to trust us 'again.' This may not quite relate to all your circumstances but I hope it was somewhat helpful. thumbs up
cafetwo2010
Ty marikia.. I was more or less describing a state of affairs without giving reasons. I leave it to the reader to discover their own answers for what they might identify with in the poem. It becomes highly subjective right from the start. wave
amahlala
A person who cannot love cannot live a life...
Beautiful read!bouquet
niah9
Now I understand all what as been said, and yes, we protect ourselves, but in protection, we stop ourselves from living. I'd like to add something else, maybe later....at I'd break a confidence.
Niahcheering yay teddybear
kickit22
thats one thing about your writting cafe another one that is not limited to one meaning. you leave it up to the reader to figure out who she really is. thumbs up kickit.
Macduff5
A beautiful poem Cafe and such lovely imagery...it is a poem that haunts the consciousness. cheers
lovecanbereal
RIP Cafe. This is a reminder to all CS poets here of how talented you were. We love how your words live on.
godsprincessonline today!
I miss this wonderful person so much. Thanks for sharing LCBR.

Kathy teddybear
EXRED
Yes he is missed teddybear
Happychatty1
Pleased this poem came back round cafetwo2010 certainly was a gifted writer with a big heart . I wish I had the pleasure of getting to know him better as many of you did and I wish his poetry was published for a wider audience to be able to appreciate and be blessed by reading it too.
cheering
gnj4u
And with her heart does come the whisper of a thousand passions..
But, Behold! we will not receive it..

In our increasingly technology-focused culture, we need more knights. Café had the ability to make one feel heard. His daily presence in Poet's Corner is missed.
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