Poem #4. This poem is in free verse. I was trying to focus on more description, emotion and stronger lines. I also was attempting to follow some of T. S. Eliot’s advice:
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.”
So, I stole a line each from three other poems and re-worked them. Hopefully, they are better or at least different.
This topic, saving your heart and emotions for your future spouse is very important for me. We often don’t realize that it is not only our physical virginity that can be lost, we can lose our hearts and emotional love as well. I have tried to save myself, mind, emotions, and body, and want to encourage both those who have made this decision and those who learned this hard lesson too late. May this poem bless you all.
It’s the time of the season
where love runs high.
giving someone a part of ourselves
that we can never take back
and it’s not just ‘the firsts’ —
first smile, first kiss, first…
no, love is virginity
of minds, emotions, the heart.
So don’t awaken love
before its time.
Heart is bound to soul,
stitched by invisible threads —
every minute, moment, month
spent in innocent girlhood dreaming,
fantasizing, about him,
is another thread broken,
until your love is no longer yours
It belongs to another.
Guard your heart and don’t stir
When all around you are enjoying love’s
tantalizing taste and filling
every minute with sixty seconds worth
You’ll be tempted
to count life by tablespoons —
of smiles, second looks, his wanting
you (or not).
You’ll pray and wish
for them to notice you, like
you, as many as possible,
you must say no —
realize that fulfilling
your vanity meant crushing
In a haze of pain, stare
at this unraveling heart…
retreat to a convent of prayer,
solitude, endless repair,
and wish you could give
him body and mind,
if you had only let
sleeping love lie.
© When Almonds Blossom, 2018