my heart on dot ! you touch always truly I know, with arrows
your beautiful eyes at me fling flashing fluttering, the spots
i touch in you,I feel, never your heart always with lies, hate me
now, I beseech, words not minced honest, when you in arms I hold
yet a perennial flow, your love, a perfume adrift, through life
a natural mix in perfect drops for the breath of life you spread
a picture of joy, still! I stand wondering how it breathes
worthy not, am I ? a recluse, of your love, refuse you must, me
a stone so cold, clever in me, no match, never melts nor moves
yet sees too well and knows your rhythmic beats in me, like the
chilling night watching the campfire dying dancing, still! I stand.
your beautiful eyes at me fling flashing fluttering, the spots
i touch in you,I feel, never your heart always with lies, hate me
now, I beseech, words not minced honest, when you in arms I hold
yet a perennial flow, your love, a perfume adrift, through life
a natural mix in perfect drops for the breath of life you spread
a picture of joy, still! I stand wondering how it breathes
worthy not, am I ? a recluse, of your love, refuse you must, me
a stone so cold, clever in me, no match, never melts nor moves
yet sees too well and knows your rhythmic beats in me, like the
chilling night watching the campfire dying dancing, still! I stand.
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About this poem:
passion ! thy mother is the Heart…
passion ! thy mother is the Heart…
