Poem -

Loved with love

~The personal heart of a soul
Is not the personal heart of a person.
The heart is what loves that of which is around you.
My heart is why i love you.
Many people say " you have to earn trust" when finding new love.
But all of my trust came with you when we met.
I was anxious to love again
Anxious to love that of which is new
Anxious for that love to break through every heartbreak of my past
Butterflies arose when you first said hello
My heart drew me near to you
Anxious i open the doors for a new beginning
Anxious my heart flies into your unforgettable soft hands
My love is uncontrolled but controlled when it met you.
The heart of a gentle lover
Never knowing what true love could feel
Heeding every word you say as if a child learning to speak for the first time
At times tears fill my eyes
Because my mind says your not real
But my heart isn't willing to let go
Pain for a past half hearted dear
moves into a new surrounding life time.
The fear of the past becoming the present
May cause a tear
Anxious i rock my self to sleep dreaming its you
Anxious im no longer feeling the need of attention from another
But only from you.
I grow stronger with the words of encouragement you give.
 

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Anthony Lane

It is wonderful to have someone that encourages you in life! Good job, Anthony

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