Highlight Poetry #3

I Hold You in My Heart

By: Gin Bourgeois







Courtesy of Gin Bourgeois





I hold you in my heart

For my arms just shan’t

From the very early start

This sickly sweet torment

A quench-less thirst

A hunger I cannot Fill

Loving anguish, turned curse

Is for you what I feel

As I daze in your eyes so green

I am consumed with you

The most beautiful I have seen

And ache the very touch of you

The heart alone has its reasons

To succumb to such forbidden silent devotion

Unbearable loving emotions

A secret unexplained I dare not to mention

You are the treasure I hide to keep

Buried in my chest’s own heartbeats

The one & only so many do seek

The one who would make me complete

A barely audible whisper

Surround my thoughts of lust & sin

A dream state I relish to linger

Shivers overtaking my skin

Desire of lips tenderly touching

Hands passionately holding

A sweet embrace quietly waiting

Patience painfully persisting…

So close yet, away from my reach

I will be waiting for all seasons passing

Shall life be kind to grant me my wish

I vow to give you my heart forever loving

What is meant to be,

Will always find its way

So I hope, beg & pray

Fate to bring you to me one day 

…I hold you in my heart…

A Brief Commentary

        This poem was submitted to me by Gin Bourgeois of Gin Rhymes for today's Highlight Poetry post. First off, being a hopeless romantic I absolutely love the subject of this poem; the torment of unrequited love which the speaker faces and her/his final decision to hold the object of their love in their heart. In this poem Bourgeois places a great focus on the tactile imagery of love, lips touching in a kiss, a 'sweet embrace' and holding hands, which only adds to the beauty of her/his love as we are confronted with her loneliness at the end as she begs for her love to take notice of her longings. I think that this is a poem which can bring each of us back to a time in our lives when we felt as the speaker does; a true mark of this poem's beauty.

      What imagery stood out for you in this poem, was it the tactile imagery of love, the audible imagery of quiet whispers, or something entirely different?