Was the change of heart was suddenly there?
Did it mean a thing, did you really care?
Did it fade slowly; when did it start so?
I know you don’t know, but watch I can grow.
It’s my fault not seeing, my work, and my being.
My head is agreeing, my heart I’m burying.
Is there one more chance; please don’t take this stance?
Change heart to romance, I offer this branch.
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
Oh, very sweet and open-hearted–and hopeful.
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Should have left the branch on the tree.. smiles…
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i hope that they take it…was just reading a similar one shot…hurting one we love inadvertant or inattention sits heavy…
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Things from the past bubbling up; when you smell a smell or hear a song and this brought this memory up. Thanks for the visit and the comment.
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hi michael,
very beautifully expressed and i love the concept of offering a branch and what it represents…reaching out and connecting and growing and holding on…
i was touched by your sensitivity and ability to express your deepest emotions in such a way that the reader is moved by them …when reading poetry one is always left with how did the poem leave them feeling…you’ve done a great job with sharing your heart…
nice write…
sincerely,
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Thanks Janice. Your words of encouragement are Nice! Liked your site, but hard to maneuver for me. Rest with me was beautiful.
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There’s a lot of conflict here, a very knotted up feel, despite ending on a conciliatory note. Hope writing it out was helpful.
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So much passion in admitting we may have overlooked our lover.You are not the only one who didn’t see it coming. Your poem may go a long way to reconciliation I pray your branch is accepted. NFN
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Thanks for your kind comments.
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Very sweet. So hard to admit when you are wrong, but love is worth it.
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Yes it is. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
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First step is to admit
And not go into some fit
Really has a great beat
And it can be hard but of course nothing is nice and neat
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Interesting response Patrick. Glad you stopped by and commented.
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Awwwh, how sad. Don’t offer the branch though – they already walked away, not seeing how beautiful it is – their sight is tainted with other desires than yours and they don’t meld – like water and oil – they can’t. Water will rot the branch and oil will make it sticky – killing butterflies and creatures that nest inside. Let them walk away, and be yourself. Many feet, feathers, wings and skins will nestle and love the beauty of your shelter.
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This was an occurrence years ago that came to mind. That branch is dead. Thanks for the kind words.
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So, did you take the branch, Michael. Never works for me!
Sad poem.
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