As the whispers of two hearts beating in tune
Pulse solely for the other,
The need for words disappear
Leaving only the melody of the language of love.
πππ
When two hearts speak in rhythm,
A perfect beat of their own volition,
Thereβs no need for humanly expression
When speaking to the heart of love.
πππ
The universal language of love,
Two hearts in perfect synchronisation.
πππ
The staccato of the song,
Simplistic in nature,
Swollen with the unspoken emotion
For its twin echoing inside of its beat.
πππ
Whether standing side by side
Or abound by the miles,
Two loving hearts speak volumes
Over the distance of time.
πππ
No need for the spoken word,
When two hearts rhyme in the language of adoration.
ππππππππππ
Two hearts exploding in pain,
Shouldering the agony of rage,
The beat off kilter, stagnating in raw emotion
Suddenly silent in its ability to listen.
πππ
The anger is palpable within the atmosphere,
Strangling the beat of love and reason,
Hiccuping in defiance,
Cocooned alone in a raging bubble of destruction.
πππ
Two hearts silent,
As two voices scream through their pain.
πππ
The ability to listen has been squandered
As two hearts stand shoulder to shoulder,
Screaming their point of view,
Shouting to be heard,
Shouting to be understood.
πππ
Two hearts broken, raw and bloody,
As the cracks of inconsolable pain widens in a shower of torment,
Distance grappling within the same room
As two hearts fall into the abyss of battered walls installed for protection.
ππππππππππ
When two hearts are in sync,
The miles entwine into a connection so powerful
That they speak as one, together,
Forever side by side,
Distance combustible and indestructible.
πππ
When two hearts battle in anger,
The miles expand into irreconcilable remoteness
Even when standing face to face,
Silent and uncommunicative
Or shouting and deaf to the noise.
ππππππππππ
The heightened emotions of the language of love,
Perfection moulded within two heartbeats,
Until the destructive nuances of ego, arrogance and anger
Warps the silent language written within two hearts.
πππ
Stand down, wipe the agony overriding the song,
Listen to anotherβs heart in empathy,
Calmly ask that they hear your tune,
And whisper feelings of content and sacrifice
Until two hearts return to the preciousness of the chorus of love.
ππππππππππ
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry β itβs like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves β Iβm just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (7)
Colleen, This poem of love makes me reach for Colin's hand. Such love, sweetness, joy and heartache, again, thank you, Diane.
Whoaaaa, that sure was an emotional roller coaster tide! I love how you even changed the heart emojis to the heartbroken ones to suit the mood!
Sage counsel, beautifully & poetically spoken. Hard won wisdom.
beautiful!
Wild how all those varying emotions all come from the same place. The heart is a fickle little beast, isn't it. Excellent poem.
Lovely ππ―ππβ
Inspirational love poem, it speaks to the heart!!! Loved this!!!β€οΈβ€οΈπ