Fickle Hearts

So simple then,
wide-eyed and compromised by every second glance,
love the ache of stomachs knotted,
and dreams so afferent in being,
that life depended on a simple word,
a gesture or a whisper heard,
in the youth of my beginnings.
Remember I those nights so warm in thought,
of one who glowed in heart and mind,
whose delicate line did turn my head,
and lips divine, her words like honeysuckle
to my ears and thy beauty
too much for a mind to grasp,
within my shorts a pain perplexed.
So simple then,
the hopes and dreams of a touch, a word,
a smile of favour, to arrest my longing heart,
a slave to her every whim and fancy,
and riding on my fluid dreams,
the life I saw beyond my emptiness,
hand in hand with love’s sweet caress, I waited.
Yet she would choose another,
and I a broken shell forlorn,
could not speak or lose my frown,
my soulless life adrift,
resigned to empty dreams and woe,
and so it was with unrequited love,
my pain so deeply sewn.
So simple then,
when days later another sat upon a throne,
for me to own, or know too well,
in love again under its beguiling spell,
my heart would reach the stars,
a word, a touch, a kiss would hold,
my heart upon my sleeve,
when life was new
and fickle hearts did swell.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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I know the bitter taste of fickle hearts, too often I wear my heart on my sleeve where it is so easy to be trampled and broken. Very well expressed verse, Tony.
Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis. Yes I remember the pain of youth, the longing and loss of our dreams in love. The problem is it gets even worse in age LOL. Take care.
LOL – yes, it does get worse in age. Time for me to give up on love and turn my passion to just writing about it. LOL