(04 October 1943 / Germany)

A Broken Heart Speaks Love

A broken heart speaks love in every shattered shard,
but the pieces of my heart speak out to you,
the darkness tries to invade and veil my love,
but the light of love keeps glowing hard

I become the candle who melts, becoming slack
thousands of beautiful faces, very few beautiful hearts,
diamonds that look so beautiful and shiny,
but truly, in truth, they are black

life though looks fancy but it is nothing but a ticking clock,
faces do wither with time but not love,
because love is an eternal magic that time can never reveal,
when my heart is mended, I'll let you know in a knock

even then you still want to tear it in two,
please tell me in words that speak so slow,
and because your hands may get hurt,
I'll do it for you..


Comments (3)

Agreed, one of your absolute best. I love reading your work 10+
Very well written poem.Thank you, .
A devil of a poem herbert, i like the title and the word power which is vintage Nehrlich, i bequeath you a ten, which has a nought on the end unlike the people on the night shift, who forget to put the zero which is rather childish, but then they are but children With a warmth allan