What Ache Breaks From Wounded Heart

Live and let love

What ache breaks from wounded heart
that has been so assailed this night,
bleeding words unheard and torn apart
by unenchanted scented breezes light.

What face no longer graced by welcome smile
could cause such eyes to die drowned by tears,
knowing that sweet kiss now tastes of bile
by bitter lies bound round by jealous peers.

What love so soft could bear so oft' the spiteful Tongue
that though unjust still bore mistrust in tender minds,
let ears hear not let them be forgot and go unheard
as love is blind let it in kind be deaf this time.

Condemn not the innocent with miscontent of jealousy
nor degrade their love to masquarade of winters dance,
for cold hearts ner' bear the fruit of truth and honesty
that bloom but once for all that nurture such sweet romance.

Reviews

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a strong and emotive piece..how a cold heart makes for such a wonderful subject. solid and excellent write

Strong and beautiful words. Excellently woven into eachother, With such a important message, I could here you speaking it in old English, the rhytym is so well! Thanks for another masterpiece.

[Seshat Nidaba]

I do as well like it when you write like this. My favorite line was:

1. What love so soft could bear so oft' the spiteful Tongue

You combine the wrath and receptivity of some object and this study of contrasts is amusing to me.

[Raven Starhawk]

You harvest a field of treasures here. Locked behind your well crafted words is imagery that astounds the mind and nourishes the soul.

[Daytonight]

Poignant yet beautiful. Tugging at my heart strings and reminding me of Shakespeare. Keep on penning.