Sunday Musings, featuring Cherie Sumner's poem titled "When He Holds My Hand ", appreciated by Williamsji Maveli

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• Sunday Musings, featuring Cherie Sumner's poem titled
• "  When He Holds My Hand  ",
• appreciated by Williamsji Maveli

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Sunday Musings:  Sunday,28th   December

By Williamsji Maveli

 My Sunday Greetings to COSMOFUNNEL Administration, to all authors, artistes and viewers

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SYNOPSIS: This is my weekend writing column for a review of a poem from a selected author. This Column is being titled as "Sunday Musings " with a view to feature an in-depth analysis of  any one of the poems from the previous weeks postings, selected by me at random to avoid the elaborate review or comment postings  by me in the usual comments column. Poetess Cherie Sumner's   almost all poems are great success, and have won much appreciations and comments from COSMO viewers.  Hence it was very difficult to choose the best one for my review. However, I shall plan this column in such a way to accommodate almost all style of poems by all poets and poetess of COSMOFUNNEL, which I hope will give more room for encouragement and inspirations to write. The poems selected are purely from my own liking and discretion and has nothing to do with the ratings, voting and favorite aspects. Hope, readers will understand my view point and enjoy my writing. My views and interpretations in this column are purely my own observations, and it has nothing to do with the personal life of the author of the poem. I am eager to read your feed-backs.  The poem which  I have taken-up for this Sunday Musings is Poetess Cherie Sumner's  verse titled  " When He Holds My Hand "

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• When He Holds My Hand
• By
• Poetess Cherie Sumner

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When he holds my hand, he really holds my heart
In impressionistic heartbeats of abstract art
Painting a scene in my mind of a long lost haven
The lifetime love I have always been craving

(Compassion is lifetime dealing. No one can proclaim that love is seasonal or time-being, it is forever)

He brings out this new playful side of me
Kept hidden inside for eternity
Composed of one part girl, one part sexual vixen
My senses come alive, then my body must listen

( Although little is  known on the science of love at first sight or how people fall in love, the patterns of response provide the first clues regarding how automatic intentional processes, such as eye gaze, may differentiate feelings of love from feelings of desire or lust)

Now, my spirit beckons me to surrender
To this love - a deep connecting splendor
Beyond understanding, but acutely real
God’s intervention, a metaphysical deal

(Love is patient, love is kind, surrender to love is a pleasure overall)

My gingerbread dream, in mulatto scheme
Holds my heart in his hand, respect in high esteem
His intimidating life spurs my insecure ways
Yet, his beautiful soul serves to inspire and amaze  

(Love is not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, love is one of the most purest of emotions of human)

One look into his deep penetrating eyes
Reminds me of the crossed intentions of our lives
The great purpose of love to intertwine our hearts
Preventing a revolution to tear us apart

(Love is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong or ugly elements)

Every moment a memory, adding secure foundation
A bonding step in forever’s sweet aspiration
All that I am is his, without the world’s reprimand
At peace in our love when he simply holds my hand

For: My beloved Tony, who holds my hand and heart

(This poem of Poetess Cherie Sumner is a dedication to her lover Tony Taylor, my applause, my appreciation)

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BETWEEN THE LINES

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Emotional love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects and safe-guards, and always trusts, always give hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails at all. Of all the many people we meet in a lifetime, it is strange that so many of us find ourselves in thrall to one particular person's romantic instincts. Once that face is seen, an involuntary heartache sets in for which there is no cure. All the wonder of this world finds shape in that one person and thereafter there is no reprieve, because this kind of love does not end, or not until death.

If you want to know anyone loves you so much it’s in his or her kiss or the way she or he holds your hands together while in motion or any action for a love in return. Each should know the difference between love and lust and this might be in the eyes after all.

Dear Honorable Poetess Cherie Sumner, Please accept my congratulations for sharing the above verse to our COSMO readers, Keep posting your fabulous verses, Love and Regards to you,

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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