I send my heart out
wrapped in tissue paper
a bow on top
the emotions spring forth
a river overflowing
these feelings I have
when your image appears
on the street before me
the way your eyes shine
when you tell an amusing story
the tilt of your head
when in conversation
your smile when you dance
your bold assertions
leave me without air
to twist and turn
unable to express
what must remain unspoken
and thus reduced to words
my inner character exposed
in what I write
in what I do
but never in what I say
I speak through fictional poses
to the one who exists
in my mind
hoping somehow you’ll hear
the song in my heart
Leonard Durso 
Just beautiful… my heart wrapped in tissue paper… what must remain unspoken and thus reduced to words… ahhhh… just beautiful
Thank you for these kind words.
Beautiful words.
Isabeau said it exactly. This is so beautiful!
Thank you.
So beautiful.
Thank you.
I loved this so much.
Thank you for reblogging this and your comment.
Reblogged this on Nothing Gilded, Nothing Gained-Period Drama on Paper at Middlemay Farm and commented:
Beautiful poetry for your Sunday morning.
Congrats on a lovely poem.
Thank you.