Prince of Dreams Poetry from the Heart Volume I
By Durl Lovell
Why I Write
My hand writes what my heart feels inside. It's that simple. With the need to express my words come alive on paper. The need came at a time when I had to do something. These energies would come to me and I didn't know what to do with them. So I asked my Sunday school teacher when I was a teen what to do with them. She told me to write them down on paper. And this would release the energy within me. I have been writing since.
Love Has
Love has no hands.
Yet touches all those who come in contact with it.
Love has no mouth.
But speaks to those who listen.
Love has no feet.
Yet it goes where ever it's most welcome.
Love has no eyes.
But it sees all those who are in need of it.
Love has no ears.
Yet it can hear a hearts faintest cry.
And when it does...I am persuaded to believe
That neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor
principalities, nor powers, nor things present,
nor things to come nor height or depth, nor
any other creature....can stop love from
reaching a heart in need.
Prince of Dreams Poetry from the Heart Volume II
By Durl Lovell
Blessed
The day you walked into my life was a day most blessed.
Though we were strangers. Somehow we knew...... we weren't.
We opened our hearts to one another..... allowing just a peek of who we are.
Just that one small peek was enough for us
to know we were in the presence of someone very special.
We also knew we didn't want to lose what we had.
So we made a choice.
And we chose each other as friends.
And since that day there has been no regrets.
I'll always be your friend.
And I'll always love you.