THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
She flashed a life briefly
chiefly to reassure
that her ability to rebound
from profound sadness
would quell the madness
of his intense expression.
Each session of their tryst
would make her eyes mist over,
and before she was covered
in clover, she would know
where their hearts were buried.
She remains to be carried
in the hollow of his chest,
the best place she could be.
She possessed it; caressed it,
claimed it, marking the spot.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Presented at Poets United – Poetry Pantry #159