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    Love

    my heart taps but a mortal beat,
    faint from love trodden feet.
    hold gently this tender bird,
    spare the cruel barbed word.
    softly kiss what’s bruised,
    my heart sorely abused.
    Love but a weapon for pain,
    deeply impaled leaving its stain.
    don't make promises you can't keep,
    my condemned heart doth weep.
    no lessons learned foolish heart,
    speared again with love's cruel dart.
    a time must come to give up trying,
    my mortal heart dying.
    spare me this foolish plight this living hell,
    this darkness I know so well.
    say good-bye I bleed no more,
    I wage this war.
    I harden my heart barren I leave thee,
    but even barren it doth not free me.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    nightangelgale’s Poems (5)

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