• Love
  • ,
  • Devotion





    If you could listen to my hearts song

    You would hear it singing

    “I’ve loved you all along”


    It sings gleefully

    For you my love

    Will forever be the chorus

    Singing in my soul


    Likened to the Spanish moss

    that hangs from the live oak trees of Georgia

    My love cascades on a vine

    Waiting for you to join me

    Where our lives intertwine


    Spreading our roots to the ground

    Where love digs into the soil

    Creating the most sacred

    Of sight and sound

    The growth of love ascending

    To the top of the trees

    And beneath us firmly planted

    all around


    Then this will be

    The most perfect of melodies

    Combining our love

    For all to gaze upon and see

    This hearts song



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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    carolw’s Poems (21)

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