Tell It To My Heart

I had to let you go,
and in my mind I did,
try telling this to my heart,
it acts out with a stubborn rebellion,
like a tantrum filled kid.

Letting you go was best for me
and all parties concerned,
try telling this to my heart,
it's like no lessons were learned.

I had to say goodbye to you,
all emotions were overturned,
try telling this to my heart,
for in it passions still burn.

I had to stop loving you,
and my efforts continue to persist,
try telling this to my heart,
it still longs for the touch of your kiss.

I had to go away from you,
 while away I've cried many tears,
 try telling this to my heart,
it wants what it wants and is eager to forgive.

Although our passions are now separate,
and the distance is contained,
try telling this to my heart,
for the fires of love still remain.

Tell it to my heart,
because it just doesn't seem to understand,
how a love can be so strong,
but never have a chance.


Yvette Penn
© Copyright 2002
All Rights Reserved
 

I've Learned


Just as Summer is sure to follow Spring,
And it is certain that Winter will follow Fall,
I've learned that love has many seasons,
And sometimes there's need to risk them all.

As it is evident that day will follow night,
And surely when it's clear as the stars shine bright.
As I am a seasoned woman,
I've learned that it takes much more
Than passion to fill this enormous appetite.

For sure if it be God's will,
Tomorrow will follow.
Wounds will heal,
and soon away with sorrow.
As I've overcome many obstacles,
I've learned that it's hope
To each day that we must borrow.

Surely as true love has hopes to grow,
And while with each passing day,
That love we must show.
In my heart of hearts,
I've learned, though sweet that love may be,
A one sided love sails, like a ship lost at sea.

As surely as I hide the tears to mask my pain,
and as I cover my pride in unforbidden shame.
And though this  love shall ever remain
I've learned that a single love will never change.

Yet, if tomorrow brings about this change,
I shall forever remember his name.
And as I live and grow  from life,
I've learned that passion cannot always overcome strife.

Until the day comes when I can release this love,
I'll continue to look to the heavens for  strength from my God above.
For I've learned that through my father,
the sweet Lord of Host,
I can overcome even a love so lost.
And in the end when I've paid the price,
that love of self first will never be sacrificed.


Yvette D. Penn
© Copyright 2002
All Rights Reserved