Blooming

The reflection of my eye leads to the back of my mind,
emotions and feelings compartmentized here,
the love for you in which I did find,
those doors are finally closed, I no longer shed a tear,

My heart is but a living tissue enshrined by the body of me,
beating and throbbing to the tune of life,
blood flowing through the veins to nourish thee,
it has felt the pain and hurt through all the strife,

When one loves it is fed by you, my true desire,
all parts of the body become embroiled,
mind, feelings and emotions all on fire,
this love is pure never sullied or soiled,

Those highs of love no longer flow,
every part of me is now gently soothing,
those feelings of love seem so long ago,
my heart now awaits a new blooming.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
When one has loved and felt the real desire of being close your whole being becomes enamoured by the one who sparked the love and when it is over to prevent the hurts one closes the mind and then tries to start again...hence the blooming.

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Odette67

Those highs of love no longer flow,
every part of me is now gently soothing,
those feelings of love seem so long ago,
my heart now awaits a new blooming.


A truly exquisite poem. thumbs up heart beating purple heart
Stedan
Odette such praise from a lady of quality is indeed worthy of having...I humbly thank youhug
candykid
This is super writing. I love this style, very well done Stedan......thumbs up cheers
marikia
What you write here, dear poet, sounds soothing like a melody played to the tune of lost love, which is still there. It must have been so strong that I envy the lady who inspired it, but never appreciated its worth. When she finally realizes the loss, and this time is sure to come sooner or later, she will be filled with unimaginable sadness. What has remained of that love is smouldering deep beneath, but when it comes to the surface occasionally and gets too hot to the point of burning you turn to poetry as a solace, and there it is - another heartfelt poem emanating love lost, reaching our hearts and souls. I can see the beauty of it in every single word. Thank you very much for sharing it with us! Kindest regards!sad flower
Stedan
Candykid..thank you for your support and generous commentsthumbs up handshake

Marikia...you read me like an open book and sense my inner feelings knowing my mind better than I, as always your words reach far and near, be safe dear lady as always.bouquet
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