Heart and Soul
I feel upon my face, the caress of his hands
I feel upon my soul, the caress of his lips
I feel upon my heart, it’s many demands
And in my soul, he takes me by the hips
And enters my heart, eagles soaring
Two hearts beating, forever bonded.
kualapuu commented on Heart and Soul
06-28-2009
10/05/2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| If I Could | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
| Eternity | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Heart and Soul | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
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