Kenya The mind thinks when the heart is moved;
By love, hate, tragedy, and joy is the heart moved.
The hand writes what the mind has spoken;
And what the hand has written, the mind has ne'er forgotten! 15 followers / 3.7k words
Every road led him to another disaster And all his hopes left him bitter thereafter Every step brought him closer to the cliff And what was love to him, but the start of his grief!
Her heart is his heart’s reflection – An image of the same thing defined. Every embrace completes the connection, For in that shell is their love confined.
Strength prevailed in her left hand, And her little fingers worked much magic. Of her tapestry, love was the main strand, And that love to my heart was soon to leak.
My wishes were not blown away with the wind And my hopes - buried as they were - began to rescind Of an ideal life, me she does remind And my joy’s complete only when those pearls I find!
He wasn't looking for perfection, But found its equivalent in her. He wasn't looking for illumination But found a bright light in her star. In the end, he was eluded by that perfection But found a loving heart in her!