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.

[violetta york / nicki e..]

Love this!

[Richard McLin]

Great piece with a lot of emotion. Great poem.

[Becca Bishop]

There's nothing I can say except that this poem is stunning.... It's wonderful how you wrote all that you learned from your first two loves. Your poems are always so uplifting and beautiful. Thanks for that :)

[Sylo's Rose]

this is very powerful. From each you gave something more valuble then just a simple little ring but from each you also learned a lesson that only life its self can teach. Wolves mate for life but somet imes it takes a life time to find a mate that is worthy of our love. Luckly for you it didnt take a life time. Good write I would love to see more.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Tate this is a beautiful love poem. Number three must be very special and you are so in love with her. It is so nice to feel the palpable love in this piece.

[Marie]

Most of my relationships were bad. Yet in the light of your poem, I suppose all were worthwhile--for they taught me something. What seems to be a mistake can be a learning experience if we will profit by it.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Your experiences of love is a passionate journey in life... which through the course of time becomes endearing and unforgettable. The discovery of who we are is worth the pain once you find happiness.This is a precious write! Lovely work!

[KAOlmsted]

Beautiful.

[quinfinn]

Tate , it does my heart good to know that you are finally "home". and you are right, there are so many reasons not to venture down that path but, if we do not play the game there is no chance of winning. a fine testament to the rigors and wonders of true love. very good ! (as usual)

[Sylo's Rose]

very nicely put quin. a wolf will roam till they feel they are safe and home.