Ph: Love: When I Give You My Heart Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Love: When I Give You My Heart
When I Give You My Heart…
The love I give to you dear one,
Is love I know belongs to me,
To think that it is yours alone
Is adolescent fantasy.
For if this love weren't really mine
How could it then be mine to give?
If heart is always True Love's home,
Without a heart how could I live?
It may not bring you comfort love
And you may never feel secure,
But dreams my heart is only yours,
Reveal a heart that's immature.
For you to tell me that's your gift,
Suggests that you're naïve at best,
For even if you think it's true,
The emperor is still undressed! *
At least most men aren't made that way,
Our futures never are for sure.
And pleasures taken while we can
While praying there might be a cure.
A sick child cause our love to end,
Even our jobs drive us apart,
Though no one plans on stuff like this,
It spells disaster for the heart.
A partner that decides they're gay,
Somehow an accidental death,
The day your spouse does not come home,
The world can take away your breath.
So when I ‘just' give you my love
Please check your heart to know it's true
And realize that lover's chose,
It's really all that one can do.
A witches spell, a chain of fire
Cannot restrain decay to dust,
A lifetime all we have to live,
Where good days start with hope and trust.
August 29,2014
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Poet's Notes:
* ‘The Emperor's New Clothes' - A tale by Hans Christian Anderson about two weavers who promise an Emperor a new suit of clothes that is invisible to those unfit for their positions, stupid, or incompetent. When the Emperor parades before his subjects in his new clothes, a child cries out, 'But he isn't wearing anything at all! ' The tale has been translated into over a hundred languages. From ‘Wikipedia.
Few go into a relationship with the expectation of love not lasting a lifetime, and yet we all know our relationship too will end, sooner or later, hopefully the latter. The time spent may be quality time or more of a learning experience, usually a mixture of both. But nothing can totally prepare us for the future except to be honest with ourselves and to admit, we are not really in control. That understanding can make things easier for those able to embrace it. Failure may always be failure, but being able and willing to forgive, to love yourself too, is the only path to future happiness in my experience.
love is just a gamble some win some lose some are at love some are not a nicely written poem
Being possesive is adolescent fantasy eh. Sometimes adults r like that too. Enjoyd yor witty play on words. So nice to read u again.
Marriage is the biggest gamble in life. I think you need to have experienced a similar situation to fully appreciate the content of this poem. Very well written piece, I enjoyed.
I think my comment was mostly influenced by the line 'Our pleasures taken while we can' which to me implied an acknowledgement that it was planned to be temporary. Based on your reply, I guess I read this wrong. I also understand that sometimes, people who love/loved each other separate. I would never say that it is wrong, but it is usually sad. Sorry about your second wife, but I guess in real life things happen. When I was young, I had wished my parents had separated, I really didn't get along with my dad at all. But they didn't. But that's another story. And you're not a monkey's uncle, I believe I've met a few and it's not you. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:15:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
If I'm reading this correctly, especially the 5th stanza, love is temporary, given for only so long as the giver wishes. Then given no more. It seems that much of the world thinks this way. To start a love without planning on it lasting forever I think is sad, planning from the start for failure. A very well written poem, but still sad.