Tracks To My Heart.

A love poem about my crush.

 

Tracks To My Heart

Your friendship

Meant the world to me,

Our life stories were so close,

As well as our carefree spirits.

 

We laughed, we played,

We consoled one another,

And spent hours

Chatting each night.

 

Our friendship was growing,

Blooming like Wild

Red Indian Paintbrush

Along a winding country road.

 

My hand fit into yours like a glove,

We fed each other with tender words

And a limitless joy for life.

 

The moment I heard your

 Deep southern drawl,

Read your wondrous words of poetry

And made a soul

Connection with you,

That’s when

My heart flipped

For you!

 

At that point

I was flying on the

Magic carpet of love

In a mighty sea

Of twinkling stars,

Just knowing you

Were orbiting my Moon.

 

I longed to swoon in the

Strength of your long arms

And kiss you full, pouty lips.

 

But an older and wiser muse

Stole your heart away,

Now you are deeply

Embedded in her

Web of love.

 

You chose the hand of one

That lived far, far away.

Soon I heard you telling me

To crawl back to my cave

Because your heart

Was saved for

Her only.

 

Maybe the day will come

That you’ll once again lay

Your soft downy head

Next to mine again.

 

Again you’d share you poetry

Slams with me,

Tales of your railroad days

And your old Alabama

Ways with me.

 

If not my heart

Is still a blush,

Knowing that

Blood still rushes

Through your veins

While I’m still on

This Earth.

 

I’ll never be the

Same girl since

You came into

My world.

 

My heart still

 Beats for you,

My love.

 

Author's Note

I feel naked posting this poem.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is wonderfully beautiful...so full of longing and tenderness...what a lovely soul you must posess to have the gift that scribes these elegant notes of beauty! Would that I might inspire such longing through my poetry! Fabulous. And baring the soul is more nakedness than baring the flesh. The flesh can but reveal our flaws; the skin and bones of mortal prisons...but the contents are of much greater worth than the vessels in which they are stored, likewise is the soul. Delightful.

[Bubo]

Such a sad poem! Love scoffed and rebuked, when it all began so beautifully, and yet you hope, this was clearly written with great tenderness and emotion, and frankly he doesn't deserve your precious heart!
beautifully done.

[Dream Weaver]

Sounds lke a beautiful love letter written straight from the heart...