The Heart

by Ray Smallshaw   Aug 17, 2009


I have found out that the heart is not only the engine room of the body.

I t is the pulse of our being that teeters on life's edge if not nurtured,

It requires like us a focal point for it to blossom with joy.

Love of course is the buds of its flowers that explodes into colour when touched,

The hearts wild wandering ignites powerful growth with the ease Love ceases it,

The mind captured spirals in Loves glory as the heart beats out its primeval song,

All other thoughts blocked out by loves clouds as we follow its whim.

Our hearts pumping, pumping with the passion of our loins,

Drowning us and our minds in heartbeats of want and need,

Turning our hearts into powerful emblems of the one that hold us in their hand as another lost soul to Love.

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  • 14 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Excellent Ray *Bravo*

    We as arrogant humans believe we are in control of our emotions. But love can conquer all from emotions to mental capacity. Long Live Love :-)

    Always a pleasure to read another poem by you my friend.
    Jimmy

  • 14 years ago

    by Mr Rhee

    I like this. Each line seems to stand on its own. Like a small island, in the middle of an ocean with bounless horizons. Each one, strong, in its own element. I like your style.

  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    All your poems are written with so much feeling, Ray:)

    The heart....it rules the mind and the body, at least it does with people who care about love above all else in life.

    I think you spoke truth here, well done my friend:)

    *hugs*

    5/5 Ingrid

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