Elevant journeys of the heart

sometimes the right word isn't a right word at all

She was fierce and freaky;

She had more points than soft spots --

Making her way through the list,

Drowning her pain in sweat;

Suffocating her hate under cover

She needed a man, not a lover …

 

Till she tripped over you …

I searched all around

Looked all over town

Couldn't find her

Where'd you hide her? 

She was lost

and I was found ...

You

smoothe my edges

glow my cheeks

steady my breath

and tease out the crinkles

in my smile

warm each and every part

of me

and match so very

perfectly

the imperfect beating

of my heart ...

His love for me is an elevant,

minor irritations

cease to be relevant,

a moment in his arms

is a vacation

for my weary heart.

from first kiss

to lost count ...

his love for me

elevates

me higher

than any

who came

before.

Author's Note

the journey from she to me and him to her is elevant

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

So, he's the man.
I suppose it's a true fact that if you go out looking for love you aint going to find it.
But on a normal day, that someone who irritates you turns out to be the one who changes your life.
Probably why love is blind.

[Lyn Anderson]

Love doesn't need to be blind. But it sure can sneak up on a person. Thanks for happening by

[Lorry]

It can only be the hope that we find this feeling of intimacy that considers our flaws and glitches irrelevant, that we continue through the myre of false starts, false hope and false love. Either that or a sadomasichistic sense of humour.
We are all these verses, looking for the perfect endline, to start living and stop simply being.
I'm going to have to come up with something better than my normal praise of your work, as telling you you are brilliant is beginning to sound like I copy and paste my responses.... Flippin' wordtastic. A+, go to the top of the class. Collect 200 dolars and a get out of jail free card :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Aww thank you. My muse is very inspiring on the daily.

[Neville]

You are just too damn good, in a bad way... whether on an individual basis, or collectively, each of these little creations, is bigger than the page ya pinned them to..... splendid penning, perfect pinning.. N

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you kindly my friend

[Neville]

that will do nicely.. ta.... Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree with Ted...perfect love poem...all the transitions from meeting to perfect love...the two are complements for and to each other...it is good when we don't need another person to make us whole, but nice when another person makes us our best self.
j.

[Lyn Anderson]

thank you so very much.:)

[Ted Kniffen]

Well done, Lyn. The perfect love poem to tell the world about a close to perfect love.

A good write

[Lyn Anderson]

Nothing's perfect, but some things are perfectly imperfect.:) Thank you for stopping in