Only one broke the heart of the poet
Others only guess but my soul knows it
Sighs and regret being released from their lips
Are all stirred up, from that single courtship
Others may blur the bottom line
Tied with the one that they really pine
All these poems of rejection lie
Within these lines where my heart does cry
© 2011 Michael Yost
Thank you for the visit and the comment
Michael, loved this. The opening line is particularly inspired, leading to your heartbreak being shared more fully. The poet becomes the poem. Peace, Amy
Thank Amy. It’s always a pleasure having you stop by.
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And the same to you and yours!