Toujours mon coeur

Your step was once---just yesterday---so light!, so free!

Your face just LIGHTED from within when you thought of me!

Your heart opened wide, thoughts gently reaching for my touch:

your voice!,

         your laugh!,

                  your sighs!,

                            your grace!---

                                        O God! I miss

                                                      so much!

How can such love, still pure, still clean, still sweetly innocent,

be thought misguided, misdefined, not as my heart had meant?

Which word went wasting, which act was called---by whom---my  sin?

How many words,

        how much time,

             or contrition,

                    or forgiveness,

                           restores Friendship’s love

                                     & pure joy gain

That little girl which you quickly showed, behind your lovely eyes

is still there hiding---not well hidden---you taught me her disguise.

And as Friendship’s love flows to her cage, and strokes her through the bars,

It gives

   its strength

       to her weaknesses,

            it heals itself,

                 &  also heals

                    all her scars.                  

Mon C., you are my definition of sweetness;  your name is my song!

Your laughter claims from angels what to only them should belong!

Souls’ sister, you bring me gentle peace! Friendship’s love  is still your power!

Your smile,

     your words,

              your sighs,

                  compress all eternity

                             into but one

                                     sweet hour!            

(09 / 01

I begin to see, from evidence you cannot well hide,

The answer is: you’ve never been loved by a heart this wide;

you’ve never been loved TRULY before, all your lovely life!

Never truly

       a friend,

              never truly

                     beloved,

                          never truly

                                 a wife.   )

Until now you hadn’t found the sweet man you need and deserve, too.

The one of the dreams you  shared in loving trust, who’d ever be true.

He’s found you, & surrounds  you with oceans of love;  now swim! , or soar softly away!

You’ve healed

  your broken wings,

      and you may go,

          que, oisean du ma Coeur,

             desolant et douloureux,

                attendre!,s’il vous plait!!

                (Please stay!!!   Please stay!!!!)      



It is so dangerous to fall deeply in love with a friend,

when “friend” is all it ever really should have been.

Two wounded hearts, bleeding much, yet never breaking,

know well there’re many reasons for the paths  they’re taking.



Oh!,how much true Love! Oh!,how much hope! Oh!,how much wonder!

There is more that combines us than can tear us  asunder.

But sometimes the promise “to love forever” isn’t enough;

to “wait, even if forever” isn’t long enough, nor is “ENOUGH” enough.



I want SO MUCH to really BE friends, keep true friendship’s joy alive,

but it’s not as easy as all that just to un-love someone who IS love!

There MUST be something we can do to regain our “friendly” heart,

but I’m still so in love with her that “friendly” words won’t even START!





Each time I try to write “friendly” stuff, my love just overflows,

and although I know she doesn’t want to hear it now, still it grows!

She is too lovable, yet  living  so un-loved, awaiting “That Right Man”.

All I can do is pray my hopes, that his arrival will signal “LOVE, AGAIN!”



“You lifted me out of the mundane,

oh, you BLASTED me into an orbit divine!

How GRAND to be raised up so high!

…by just one word, or laugh, or sigh!”








Author's Notes/Comments: 

The last un-staggered stanzas explain the problem.  I'm not sure whose problem it is.

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salphire5's picture

What a poignant and magnificent poem.
There is great richness of feeling and depth of emotion in this declaration of your unfettered love that will not die, yet is misunderstood and gains no similar response, any more.
I wish, as in childhood, the hurt could just be kissed better.
Great poetry Teddy.

FM Salphire