Love’s a Spinning Wheel–a romantic poem

12. June 2009 by BruceSmith.

Here is another installment in Bruce’s collection of Romantic Poems.  For all you broken, mangled, blissful, and bored in love…we trust this one will inspire you to relate, experience, risk, return, and run to the loves God brings your way, and resist those He has not intended for you.  Enjoy the read:

Love’s a Spinning Wheel

There she was again,  

She had been gone for many moons, only God knows where,

She was the one that never should have been,

And, yet, the one I was called to long for. 

There she was again, someone strike up a band,

This tune will be a hit, or else, the other hand,

Shall this verse ring true, a symphony or something new

Or is this a fitful ditty, another line in blue,

Shall she ever remain an elegy, a sorrowful dirge, untrue.

Why does she appear now, of all times,

When I had put her far behind, forgotten her bitter pain,

From my honest heart she had fled, her mouth and heart closed,

I had considered my hopes for her gone and dead.

I do not have to love her nor remember her kiss,

Still her pull, though hidden, will not fade,

Its her good that I long for, and always have,

It is her hidden goodness, and innocent delight, I long to see.

There she was again, one of few loves in my life,

After I had dropped my love, and turned my head,

And, though the love, my love for her, I chose to flee,

Admittedly, I have never abandoned the care instilled in me.

Called from above to care, at least it seemed,

I still remember the texture, the smell, the spell of her hair,

The feel of her fingertips brushing my palm, the call to another world,

It haunts me, her touch, while fleeting and jaded, once blew my mind.

Is hope from above fleeting and false, like tinsel on a tree,

Is there no love that wins a wandering heart, and brings her to me

Where is the grace which woos a broken and calloused heart,

Where is the redemption I thought was promised me.

I thought she was to be mine, but no

She’s been gone forever now, a full cycle of months,

plus three and nine,

What heart needs a love that had fallen in another time.

But here she is again, or is she,

I know not what she wants or why,

I fear its not what once was lost, 

Or was it ever there, did she ever really care

I never enjoyed Merry-go-rounds, 

No, not even as a child

I won’t get on that fatal ride again, 

The thrill only makes me sick, 

It’s all ugly in the end.

Where did she come from, 

Whose was the last heart to rend,

Here she is, she’s showed up again, 

Is she merely docking from her sea of pleasures,

Is she only battered by the wind

I’m not sure why she’s here nor why I dare.

Must I die upon the altar of platonic care,

Will I never be gifted with the aroma of her hair,

May I not touch and memorize the lines of her back,

Is this all a mirage, again, just another broken dream

Here she is again, 

Has anything changed, its too doubtful, I should swear

Another swim in the waters of uselessness I cannot stand to bare,

I will put her out of my mind, its the only course for this heart

The one I’ve taken up many a hill, into countless ravines,

This heart, its the only one I have left, I must guard it as a gift.

Every day, every hour, 

I shall will her away, once and for all

Be gone my love, my dream, my ghostly calling, my foolish hope

I cannot endure the longing for your goodness, your future, your hope

Be gone, be gone till you are wholly His and truly mine.  

Unless God shall win our hearts as one,

Any pursuit of us shall be undone,

It is He, and He alone, who makes all loves true,

Bliss is knowing it is He alone, and me, and you.

Be gone till then my love, be gone.

Hold tight my heart, love’s a spinning wheel

Perhaps this is the day, after all

Two hearts are wed above, and thus they heal.

Here we go again,  yet another spin, 

Another ride, another hope, another chance to begin and win,

Am I ready to hop on this train once missed, 

This heart is unsure, dangling from a cliff.

Can I believe in another amorous adventure,

Is it my will that must be ready to decide,

Brace yourself, now, cautious heart,

No, throw fearful caution to the wind.

Love’s a spinning wheel.

Bruce Smith

June 2009

 

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