A true poet uses the love in her heart to build a romantic interlude. A busy day can be made a lot brighter with loving verse.
EMBRACE THE HEART
Love, Embrace the heart with verse. Soothing sonnets to appease the hunger felt. Poetry to tickle the strings of terse, Sending your vibes over every veldt. Adoration, Center your hugs with alliteration, Enclosing the reader in an amorous mesh, An epic to enthrall the soul with love’s repetition. Embrace the heart with petals of refresh. Devotion, Carry the reader on an ardent journey. Embrace the heart with the rhyme of desire. An elegy beyond the path of the lonely, A road paved with love’s own sapphire. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
LASSO MY HEART
Sitting on a rotted log with a daisy in hand, The young cowpoke looked across the miles of desolate land. Only shade in sight was the tree where he sat. No sign of a living inhabitant within miles of where he was at. Rows and rows of barbwire fence to mend, What a hot sweaty day with no end! His gloves failed to protect from the wire. Sharp barbs had penetrated the glove in ire. Looking at the daisy his mind retreated, To a special place not to be defeated. He saw a young redhead with a smile, dancing. Never noticing his cow pony’s nervous prancing. Looking down he said to the daisy in hand, “Lasso my heart my love,” tossing petals to the land. Getting up, he took a drink from his canteen, With the redhead on his mind in the dancing scene. Returning to his difficult job on the barbwire, The song, “Lasso My Heart,” became a fire, In the heart of the lonesome cowboy, It brought his tired body much joy. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
BEQUEATHED IN LOVE
Trembling hands hold the bouquet of forever, Golden rings exchanged, sealing a bond not to sever. Sacred vows are given to cherish, Knowing their devotion must never perish. Bequeathed in love, fate whispers of marital insight. Devotion holds the ruling hand on this special flight, Melodies of tomorrow will play on this nuptial flute of today, Leading their own private dance on an arduous pathway. Sealing the marriage with the kiss of forever, The couple ride the marital carriage never to sever. Bequeathed in love, their pathway will not always be easy, Forever basked in the rose bouquet of infinity. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
SEND ME YOUR LOVE
On the wings of a pearly white dove, Darling, send me your love. As our ardor fills up the sky, We will on his wings fly. We will not touch the ground, Among the clouds we will be found. Our love keeping us afloat, Away from despair’s quicksand moat. Our devotion will never change, Keeping heartache on another range. Passion will be our sun up above, As we finds ourselves on the wings of our dove. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
SECRET OF MY HEART
In the confines of my heart is a secret One nothing can tarnish or defy. Lodged in its own special cabinet, Guaranteed to mystify. This secret is so endearing to me. My heart’s door is only open to a few. Hidden is this special fleur-de-lis, Secret of my heart can only be you. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
NO MORE SAD MELODIES
Crystallized chambers aren’t shattered anymore, I hear the melody of the future playing. Loosened strings never miss their score. On key my mind seems to be playing. No more sad melodies played on my accordion, No mournful songs to make me feel morose. Searching eyes partake of the beauty of realization, As my heart beats its own tune holding you close. Music enthrones my entire being with elation, A happy lyric with future imprint, No more sad verse, only tones of revitalization, Cherishing our love heaven-sent. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
INTERNAL MEDICINE
Doctor! Please remedy me with internal medicine. My heart is broken in crystallized shards. The one I love has left me feeling undone, Out went my hand of winning cards. Doctor! Many doses are needed to repair it. One stitch couldn’t seam the jagged tear. On the wings of sorrow went my caring spirit. My life has become a dismal affair. Doctor! Please offer comfort to my hurting soul. No pills seem to take the inner pain away, Making my healing your primary goal, For I lost my precious love yesterday. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
LABOR OF LOVE
No trial can be too great, When traveling the road. Love is the map of fate. Hate never the cruel goad. In the labor of love, A rose is without thorn. No need for a protective glove, For a special armor is worn. The heart needs not a shield, To protect its tender tissue. Caring has sewed the field, Labor of love is the only issue. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart |
For many years I have written love poems even for warriors!
Here is a journey in some of my first love poems! I hope you will always know love in your lives! 
MY ROSE IS NO LONGER BLUE
Since you walked back in my life, No more melancholy rules my day. My rose is no longer blue with strife, The bouquet has become an iridescent display. Every petal glistens with the dewdrops of desire. There is not any trace of a harmful thorn, One to cause heartache and ire. On my beautiful bouquet, love is the adorn. My rose is no longer blue, Its soft petals carry the milk of ardency. Its bouquet is filled with happiness true, Because fate has returned you, my rose of eternity. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
TELL ME WHY
Tell me why my stars don’t twinkle bright, My eyes only see a dismal sight. My sun has lost its warming smile. Lonely is my every mile. Tell me why I feel all alone, My heart blocked in stone. Tears cloud my eyes, My hope in life dies. Tell me why I feel empty inside, My heart cries so denied. My arms ache to hold you tight. I yearn to make your day bright. Tell me why I am so lonely for you. Only your love can guide me through, This lonesome road is filled with dismay, Waiting for your answers to my question this day. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
Use passion as the guide to enhance the poetical voyage of love, creating a pathway of good dreams or heartbreak.
LETTING GO
Sometimes love emits hurt in a harmful way, The painful truth overcomes the broken heart. It is time to send cupid’s arrow another way. Tears stain the pillow as the couple part. Letting go is the hardest future to face, Depression sets in as they say a final goodbye, Knowing this would be their last embrace, For the last time, they hold each other nigh. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
FIREWORKS IN MY HEART
Baby, Someone lit my fuse, I feel the crackling heat, Its meaning I don’t have to peruse. Soon the fire will start its greet. I feel the fireworks in my heart’s mettle, Sparkles of color brighten my future of dismal. Anticipation arises, a steaming kettle. Those tiny pops must be a miracle. Baby, Someone lit my fuse, Its heat is enthroning my mind. Only adoration never abuse, Has become my heart’s unwind. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
THIS WOUNDED HEART
Shed tears saturate the tresses of forever, Dew of an unforgotten love still. Heartache was the sever, Leaving an empty heart with no fill. This wounded heart was shattered into pieces. Many sores are now left to heal. The heartbreak never ceases, Open scars fail to seal. Tiny droplets of blood can’t be seen, They trickle down on this wounded heart. Crimson shards have punctured with demean. Needle and thread can’t seal the part. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
CARAVAN OF LOVE
No camels girded with finest clothes for show, Or a huge saddles for transportation to and fro, Groomed horses out to impress, Wearing the exceptional dress. No mysterious ladies arrayed in veil, Expensive rugs and coats to sell. No handsome men decked in the finest attire, Or fine horses to breed and sire. In this caravan of love is only a reservation, To be kept by my adoration, To hold my heart for eternity, Keeping both our hearts flaming in ecstacy. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
LOVE OF THE AGES
A delicate stitched handkerchief of lace, Lay on the table folded carefully, In the open chest it had its own place, On its corner was stamped the initials, A.B. In a plastic bag there was a baby’s blond lock of hair. A baby book tied with a ribbon, color of blue. Wooden rattle had been wrapped with such care. Its handle still held teeth marks in plain view. A marriage license had twine tied around, Cherished documents kept in safety in the chest. Birth certificates and letters were also bound. A graduation diploma lay with a rose corsage, pressed. The love of the ages would always be found, For loving hands had placed it to rest. Many memories were forever bound, In this precious wooden chest. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart 
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