When I was Touched by Love

By David Constantine

When I Was Touched By Love is a book of poems divided into six chapters about love, heartache, pain and the beauty of both life and art. It depicts the rise and fall of a man mentally and emotionally heart broken, yet full of sunshine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Nov 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9780228803270

David Constantine

When I write I give my mind, soul and my heart to the page...in love with every word on my page. Just the thought of seeing my thoughts on the page, organized on paper and to read it now and read it later is a release for me. To write whenever I get the chance, steady writing deep and intimate on every page! All my feelings, soul and heart, sweat and tears. Writing is my number one thing to do, it's fun.

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Copyright © 2018 by David Constantine

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Table of Contents

Just when I think I got love…

My Queen

Dear Queen

My book of prayer

Quote me on this!

Quote me on this too!

About me

"Just when I think

I got love…"

Book one

My love is so deep you can’t find it in a well. Dig much deeper like a bottomless pit. Walk into my world and you might get lost. Cause there is no turning back, you can only fall deeper. Chemistry like we’re both under a spell, welcome to my heart the bottomless pit.

After all the roses die, I’ll be there in the mist. Why? Cause I have a heart that leans on love. So lean on love and let the roses die. Hug my words as if you were hugging me and I’ll hug you the same. Now let’s say it together, die roses die and let love be.

The truth lays on the ground with no one willing to pick it up. It’s just there, no one willing to lend a voice to let it be known. So openly speak, but there’s not a hand in reach. So lonely the truth becomes, cause no one took the time to hear him out. The truth is on its last cry, call my name someone, anyone call my name so I may answer you.

In the circle of misunderstanding, knowledge is concealed and rolled into a ball. Everyone that knew her but knew her not, had a kick at her without even knowing it. Touched by babies all the way to the deaf and blind, even they have heard and seen her. Knowledge is here, knowledge exists, but not many could say there she is.

Freedom of speech, freedom of speech, is it on sale? I never really get to speak what I eat, so many rules I’m guided to silence. The pressure is building, what if I explode? My silence is hell, I’m trying to find peace in hell. So give a room for a word or maybe a few. Silence can be sweet, but I don’t always like how it tastes. So let not knowledge be waste.

When is my mind made up? Never!!

I’m forever unsure, rethinking every step, rethinking every word that ever slipped. A burden on my heart, hoping my every word comes out right. One of my biggest fears is to be misunderstood, never knowing who they’re looking at, so how can they judge me?

Pick up a pen and put words on a paper. Give it some style and now it’s a fly piece of paper. Put it down straight to the liking of my taste.

Picture so clear it’s like I gave it a face. Short to the point, it looks like one smart baby. Like it or not, it’s all gravy.

See the kid in me and find out the man I am. Tip toe, tip toe to your heart I go. Surprise, here I am. Who do you think it was? You’re that honey bee that gave me that buzz. Divide your love and save me a slice. Doubling the pleasure doubles the pleasures of life, wishing I could live it twice. From days to nights I come to see I don’t have that right. Talking under my breath, I said I wish I was wrong, cause this time I know I’m right.

Deep thoughts rolling with a lonely heart.

Unforgiving for the love that sparked.

Unforgiving cause it’s all my fault.

Unforgiving cause I sold my heart.

Unforgiving from the very start.

Unforgiving because I blamed it on myself.

Unforgiving cause I turn my back on love to find my wealth.

Now unforgivable is what I call my life.

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