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The Heart Surrendered

Updated on July 22, 2013
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The Heart Surrendered

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


Inevitably I fall to my own heart's will,

my sleeve bearing the blood letting of my adventures of love,

always seeking the treasures within an open heart,

and expecting the realised potential I see,

regardless of reality, often unnoticed or even ignored by me.


How can I succeed when I am my own true nemesis,

willing to be blind for that possibility of purity and beauty,

when a heart finds real meaning in another,

and melds to create a blissful life,

where selfless communion feeds a yearning soul.


How can I be so wrong in my hearts eye,

reading so inaccurately the intent so ardently sought,

and then, in realisation, suffer the consequences of the broken,

the soul tainted by yet another damaged heart,

another soul desperate to fill what defies healing.


Should I be cynical, more objective, less open than I am,

to see with crystal eyes the needs of hearts used up in past,

or should I accept my fate and live in the light of my solemn hopes,

that one true love awaits me, one soul at risk for all the right reasons,

to somehow find me, in the stillness of dreams.


Perhaps this is my path, and no consideration will change that,

and I, in the shadow of my own steps,

need to accept reality as it twists and changes,

to lay still my heart and to see clearly what can be,

and allow life to take me to my destination unencumbered.



We may learn, from being taught, by experience, but in the end we are who we are.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Jackie, you comment much appreciated.

    • Jackie Lynnley profile image

      Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

      Quite different and very good. ^

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Glad you liked it FR. Thanks for dropping by; its always nice to hear from you.. Take care.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Really heartrending poem here as to the heart's condition ...

      Excellent poetry!

      Voted up +++ and sharing

      Blessings, Faith Reaper

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