Poetry – Exhibits is simply a gallery of artwork occasionally accompanied by commentary about what inspired the piece.
One love leaves us, another comes. Memories linger as new ones appear. Questioning – are we ready? The heart beats its fickle beat, Loving, longing, hating. Passion flows towards a
I am to him, like a moth to a flame. I fly heedless of the danger to his brilliance, again and again. My wings flutter faster and faster frantic with
Not Love! How dare you. Don’t say the word. You cannot hope. You mustn’t try. It is not now! It is not Love. So little time. Too much to feel.
Before we met, my heart belonged with you Before I was born, my heart belonged to you As a smiling toddler with baby curls, my heart beat in time with
A soft reverent kiss lips touch and then part. Tenderness. Hands stroke smooth skin sweet embrace. Shelter. Lost in the blending reunion. Familiarity. Lovers gentle touch, sigh. Déjà vu. Across
One love leaves us, another comes. Memories linger as new ones appear. Questioning – are we ready? The heart beats its fickle beat, Loving, longing, hating. Passion flows towards a
I am to him, like a moth to a flame. I fly heedless of the danger to his brilliance, again and again. My wings flutter faster and faster frantic with
A soft reverent kiss lips touch and then part. Tenderness. Hands stroke smooth skin sweet embrace. Shelter. Lost in the blending reunion. Familiarity. Lovers gentle touch, sigh. Déjà vu. Across
Before we met, my heart belonged with you Before I was born, my heart belonged to you As a smiling toddler with baby curls, my heart beat in time with
Not Love! How dare you. Don’t say the word. You cannot hope. You mustn’t try. It is not now! It is not Love. So little time. Too much to feel.