Sweet Jane 61 1 Report post Posted November 21, 2006 This was inspired by someone who helped me through a time in my life when I had completely given up on love. I don't know where he is now, we have lost touch, but I will never forget the gift he gave me. The Gift of Love Living life thinking love was not for me, A heart filled with pain in all I know Searching for answers, empty is my soul... Then like an angel you appeared, saying I must believe. Afraid to unsheild my heart again, You took my hand and showed me the way. Whispering let me love you if I may, The miracle of love never should we abstain. Two souls touching with every breath taken, Rediscovering the faith we'd lost in our hearts, Finding all the shattered pieces and parts, Knowing our love will never be forsaken. The gift of love you have given me No matter how long it may last, The gift of love you have given me Seeing a future forgetting the past... The gift of love have we. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tenacious_Peaches 0 Report post Posted November 21, 2006 Beautiful, Jane. Your emotions really come through your writing. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Blue Fish 0 Report post Posted November 21, 2006 This is really beautiful, it has such feeling in it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Jane 61 1 Report post Posted November 21, 2006 Thanks Peachy and Blue, I do tend to wear my heart on my sleeve,and that can be a good thing sometimes like when I write. My poetry may not be filled with all the fancy words some poets use and perfect lines, but they are filled with my deepest emotions, and I think people connect with my poems in some way. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rayzor 1 Report post Posted January 22, 2007 This is like the fourth or fifth time I read this and every time I get a lump in my throat. Fantastic work, Sweetness. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Jane 61 1 Report post Posted January 22, 2007 Thanks rayzor, it still gets to me and it has been a long time since this poem was inspired. Some things in life just stay with you near the surface while others are buried. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
