The feelings are real and unspoken true
Fearing what I do have, will be lost too
Words aren’t important as showing is
I’ll let the angels sing the choruses
Your last love abused before I knew you
Causing you caution I understand too
Standing over here not too far away
To fill whatever role I need to play
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
“I’ll let the angels sing the choruses…” Lovely thought, even if you don’t celebrate Easter! This was a wonderful take on the Angel prompt, and I liked it a lot. Thanks, Michael, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/23/late-at-night-a-shadorma/
LikeLike
Thank Amy. Have a great Easter!
LikeLike
“Words aren’t important as showing is”
Someone I love and hate said something just like this.
great poem.
LikeLike
Don’t we all know that dual emotional summit. Glad you stopped by.
LikeLike
wow! how sweet! a rare find, someone willing to work through past demons, totally sweet!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/24/the-corridors-of-supposition/
LikeLike
We do what we have to do sometimes. Smiles..
LikeLike
We al spend much time and effort on love and hate don’t we. Well expressed.
LikeLike
The human spirit’s greatest emotions do get some playing time. Thanks for stopping by.
LikeLike
We do carry past relationships into present ones, and fear is so hard to escape. Nicely expressed, Michael.
LikeLike
This one is so real in a lot of relationships I’m familiar with. Thanks for saying.
LikeLike
bless your heart.
good luck on everything, you deserve happiness,
smiles.
🙂
A++
LikeLike
Thanks Jingle!
LikeLike
Hurrah for sensitive men. Who write poetry no less.
LikeLike
All men are sensitive. Go ahead and laugh and point… lol
LikeLike
To wish upon a star, shining bright, sharing, showing, lending a tender touch.
LikeLike
Thanks.
LikeLike
Oh! What a wonderful write. I think a lot of people can relate to this, although I have to say it’s rare to find someone so open-minded. You must truly care about the other person to be so selfless.
LikeLike
Thanks for the comments and the visit.
LikeLike
Nice poem, a smooth read with a sensative side. Thanks for sharing, really enjoyed the meaning and thoughts here.
LikeLike
Thank you Gwen, I appreciate your comments and visit.
LikeLike
Sad when we can’t go with the flow of love. The present always suffer because of the past — if we take the ghost with us. Great write as usual 🙂
LikeLike
Those ghosts are like cobwebs, clinging to every open crevice. (the begining of a new poem.. smiles..)
LikeLike
You had me with this one Mike!
I wish I had someone saying this to me.. I am cautioned- almost alarmed forever! Very beautifully expressed.. 🙂
Hugs x
LikeLike
You may already have and he feels the same as this poet does in this piece. I believe we all have a secret love at every corner of of life’s turns.
LikeLike
sweet… just sweet! my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/13/a-chinese-love-story/
LikeLike
Thank you sir!
LikeLike
Heartfelt and very sweet– nicely done.
LikeLike
Thanks! Happy you had a great holiday!
LikeLike
Angels singing the choruses for you is adds a poignant touch here. Well done, Michael. Happy Poetry Potluck!
LikeLike
Thanks again Jamie.
LikeLike
‘real and unspoken true’ is an enchanting phrase. I stopped for a moment at: Words aren’t important as showing is, as well. A line that could draw out so many different emotions in the readers. Happy Potluck.
LikeLike
How very respectful and kind of you to “stand over here” and not invade the space that may be needed.
LikeLike
Smart too. The line of fire is closer… smiles…
LikeLike