Fact is, there are times I yield to emotion.........
In all of the directions of what you want to tell me Comes anything that looks better in motion Although I am torn by the reasons I try hard to project Fact is, there are moments I yield to emotion
I can relax out of earshot of any kind of danger That does not scatter or burn anyone else Yet I am not meaning to remember Why all the hours acknowledge What I don’t know, ‘cause I won’t tell myself
Acceptance, my sweetheart is a difficult thought Believe me; I know what has to be done While held under the watchful eye Of the hand tightly holding Love’s gun
"Believe me; I know what has to be done While held under the watchful eye Of the hand tightly holding Love's gun." It's like you know exactly what you should do, exactly what needs to happen, and you are coming to terms with the fact that you cannot be ignorant to the fact that you MUST move forward. I think many of us feel this way sometimes, but we don't always want to believe it. I'm glad you wrote this, because there is a small part of myself that I saw in this poem.
wooow !! the last stanza, literally, blow me away.
This is breathtaking... The image, the idea, the expression, are all perfect for a holy poem.
You've got a very blatant talent.
this one spoke to me, especially since I just went through something where I took the safety off my gun. Like the other one I read I had to read this once twice to get it's full impact (which to me makes it a great poem). As always your words flowed excellently across the page. Well done as always
Smiling upon this one, oh yea, - Love is a loaded Gun, we all need to put the safety clip on. Most times its better to leave it in the case and just admire it as it looks back at us and just smile under that watchful eye.
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