The Heart
With endearing words and unfamiliar phrases
A heart is touched, captivated
Admissions of an unusual sort,
First sprinkled; then flowed
of contained sentiment
Through years lost long
A poet’s heart a filmy flower a beaut, So sensitive
Its force that ripples the stagnant lakes of life
Forgive the heart that does not understand
With tender and kinds words then let it strike.
Many a doves and swans hath the poet soothed
Vowed and unvowed, truth be told
Longing to long, loving to love with passions past
Is fallacy to behold
knowing the nows and a life that lasts for the morrow
for a warm hearth at home gives you no sorrow
Quench your parch poet love,
the doors of the past is shackled.
Chimes now rust; hollow, no rhythm.
Heart so tender with art, the filmy flower; be healed
The sadest verse the heart of long lost years will surely feel
