A dangerous liaison

Like the sun is to the flower,
Soul-food and nutritious.
Like a foot with good music,
Excited and musically free.
Like water is to the fatigued leaf,
Refreshing, reviving, relaxed.
Like a little boy with a football,
Joyful, entertaining, smiling.
Like the sound of evening Jazz,
Soothing, calming, truthful.
Like the morning view of the countryside,
Absolutely beautiful.
Like a donkey in a supermarket,
Unusual, distracting, gazed upon.
Like a purple flower amongst yellow roses,
Unique with flavour and idiosyncrasy.

A gaze into bliss,
Eyes of hope and purity,
Heart speaks of truth and wisdom,
Comfort-zone, honest, gentleman…
Eternal whistling of sincere justice,

Alas … he is out of my reach
For his heart has bonded with another
Wanting something I cannot have
Which is within my reach
But out of my scope.

How do you heal a hurting heart?

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