her eyes by phil burns
she feels the heartache deep inside
she feels the wind blow through her eyes
she understands an elephant’s heart
she knows why he lies down and cries
she has a gently loving soul
she never intends to cause him pain
she knows that she has numbed his heart
like icy Scottish winter rain
she remembers when she was with him
he felt the sunshine of her smile
he basked in happiness and warmth
he worshipped her in style
he adored her laughter and her art
she laughed so much when she was there
she loved his funny accent
he loved her tangled mane of hair
and yet somehow they have parted
the distance is growing greater
she ponders if what came to pass
was inevitable sooner or later
she feels the heartache deep inside
she feels the wind blow through her eyes
she understands an elephant’s heart
she knows where he lies down and dies
anelephantcant 
wow this is so beautiful, depicting raw emotions was just perfect ❤
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Very moving dear. It’s quite powerful and beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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An Elephant never forgets. It is both a blessing and a curse. Eclectic hopes neither the winter nor his heartache will get worse.
A lovely piece, albeit sad.
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AnElephant is delighted
He does not know what to say
A visit kind words and a poem
From lovely KKK
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Well written and sad. Excellent
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Cheers, Al, AnElephant enjoys his Saturday Sob!
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Can’t help but be intrigued by ‘her’.
Beautiful poem.
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Ah, Bon, life is full of beautiful ‘her’ ladies, many of them fictional!
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So sad.
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But just life, sir.
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Indeed!
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