My Soul to Thee

 

My first love I gave devotion

in that curious wonderful way

Always searching her for Heaven

while we two spent our days at play

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To my second love went strength

rock of the heart to be broke in two

So less like the many

so much more like the few

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To my third I gave my all

bundled and tied within a ring

Breathing the very air of her soul

to me she was everything

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My first love gave me sight

opening the eye's of man to see

Promising me the world

showing what a woman could be

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My second gave me arms of love

that on cold nights held on tight

Promising to love me forever

squeezing with all their might

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But oh it was my third love

that set my mind free

Who crafted a selfless character

then gave my soul to me

Author's Note

Who can say with any certainty just which way in life is the correct path? It has been my contention and then my conviction, that one is best served by following the heart. It sometimes leads us to pain or the highway to hell such as the road that claimed one of our best and brightest Janis Joplin. After failing twice before to find my own place in life I asked myself. Which is worse to give your all and ultimately fail, or to never truly risk anything? For me the answer lies somewhere within the failure of truth to teach us the value of the real treasures in our lives. Taking stock in ourselves and our own self-worth and given enough time and a bit of luck it will take us to the place where we learn the meaning of love, that place we inevitably call Home!
Failure is only present in he who refuses to risk his pride in the effort.

Reviews

[Dayran]

The symphony created by an orchestra comes from many fine instruments in its ensemble. Together they create a tune to which we nod our heads ... tap the feet and then perhaps one day we might rise to sing to it. That is as true of a symphony, the world outside or the relation we may have with a woman. She's the man's companion and guide.

[Muse]

You know what's beautiful about this? You speak of your first...second...not as a mistake. Rather instead; they were like stepping stones, relationships that taught you how to love right. I'm so proud of you. xo

[Mary]

your notes ring true, and your poem expresses it perfectly. I do not believe there are any coincidences in this life. We form and reform relationships for a purpose. Your poem expresses these purposes so beautifully. And as for Janis, she was a genius at such expression.

[spiritwind]

You carry the spirit of a sulky driver into life off the tracks---odd how easy courage can be in one arena and hard as heck in another surfacely less threatening arena. You encourage... as set courage into people. Excellent

[intuitivesoul]

This is pretty insightful, also a lot to think about. I enjoy how positive you still looked at everything. I too try to do the same in my time here on Earth.

[Enid Blake]

I do like how you have found the positives from each relationship, and in that there is never failure.

[Patricia B. Hepler]

You learned to love from experiences of loving...
What a wonderful gift..
*pat

[Manpreet]

My second gave me arms of love



that on cold nights held on tight



Promising to love me forever



squeezing with all their might
Vow an extremely romantic poem!

[patricia]

Nice poem Tate. Liked how you looked for the good in each relationship.

[Eve]

"Failure is only present in he who refuses to risk his pride in the effort."
my favorite song, love Janis, love this poem, feeling good was good enough for me.
Lord knows I have enough pride to throw to the winds, when it boomerangs, now I just try to duck :)

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Beautiful work ,Tate:)