Ah! Love! A young man’s attention turns to it when the warm winds meet the girls in their summer dresses. Andrew Pezzelli hands his heart to his object of affection– a poem that I hope will change your complexion–from pale to a lusty red.
Andrew Pezzelli is a junior communications student at Endicott College. He is a regular contributor to Stone Soup Poetry and has been working on a Digital Media Project focused around Poetry in Boston. The project can be found at poetryofboston.blogspot.com.

Heart & Soul

My lady,

I hand you these,

My finely crafted words,

Truth,

Analogy,

And soliloquy.

I hand you my heart.

And offer to you humbly,

A dagger ,

So that if you desire,

You may stab it.

Stab the life out of it,

Stab the hope,

The dream,

The memories.

If you must,

Please be swift,

Do not speak.

For I am tired,

Of slowly dying,

For you.

Of left wondering,

About you.

Of feeling alone,

Thinking of you.

If you must,

Make haste,

End my soul’s suffering.

Annihilate this,

My second heart,

The one I thought I’d never find,

Never again,

Feel beating in my chest.

So take up your sword,

Pierce my humanity,

So this tragedy may cease.

But,

If there are words to be spoken,

Lyrics to be sung,

Sing them now,

Sing your truth unto me,

Sing my hope,

And perhaps,

Through the madness,

We may find,

There is a duet after all

– Andrew Pezzelli

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