bruised love

bruised love

Problems of the heart always bruise the Soul . . . Paul Coelho

from the Novel Brida

my bruised soul

endured

the meanderings

of my crippled heart

watching on

with a timeless wisdom

knowing that time

offers unto me

the fruit of wholeness

i always sought

there were affairs

some sordidly elicit

some felicitous

and i danced uninhibitedly

in the chambers

of the sweetly spoken euphoria

that enticed me to believe

in forever

once again

there was “love at first sight”

and i too was smitten

bitten

by the poisons

of my heady delusions

and my own allowances

my garden’s fallowness

that which now

graces my face

with the taste

of innocent memories

the furrows were planted shallow

with an impotent seed

and i smile

many a fair maiden

whose eyes have twinkled

like stars

caught the eye

of my wonder

they gave cause

for me to listen

intently

to the song of my heart

whose melodious offerings

ushered forth a syncopated beating

of my internal drum

and i glistened

as i walked my newly found

path of passion

in an anticipation of bliss

yes, with but one desire

that of each love initiate

. . . that first kiss

oh how many times

have i been baptized

by the mesmerizing eyes

of love

given the way again

to stray again

lay again

i would relinquish again

all that i am

again

believe or think

that i am

or could ever possibly be

for love

i would traipse through

this world of shadows

a million times a million

or more

just to have a glimpse

of her light

in the inner chambers

of my heart

and my soul knows

of my folly

and it along with God

smiles as well,

for in the end

it is only the stories

the lore of love

that is worth a telling

and as i dispel to you

this intoxicating exacting protractive expression

there is but one simple confession

i must reverently offer unto you,

me,

the world,

and that is . . .

my soul is not bruised

because of love

for love heals me . . .

with her soothing balms

that calms the beast in me

and empowers the least of me

nay my soul is not bruised by love

my soul is bruised

only in her absence

© 15 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

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