He was light at heart
a subtle grace.
No man of hurry
nor man of chase.
A stoic one
a stable thought.
My heart was torn
my mind did fought.
The urge
the feeling
to accept as mine
the love he gave me
the love divine.
And so I saw him on older days
which gave way to newer nights
The Moons had changed
and changed of phase
I saw him in morn early
and in evenings quite late.
What was my purpose,
than to be tied to they
For he who I love
is a thought away.
My heart of hearts
is to be laid to rest
by a bed made by him
where I feel as best.
Where am I to go
through rain or snow
to where I search high
and where I search low
for a love like his to keep alive
his glorious estates
where I do thrive
It was love born new
still fresh and young
how my voice could sing
how my eyes felt rung
By the beauty of his figure
and of form
a mind like mine
was sure to be sworn
My heart now warmed
far from frozen
His cheeks did blush,
a color of rosen
When he looked at me
the winter did recede
and a kiss on my lips
I did receive.
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A Collection of Various Poetic Musings: Vol 1
PoetryA Collection of Various Poetic Musings, a collection of some of the poems I have ever written thus far, is to be divided into multiple volumes as I write more poems. Fun and short read. By Poet Vincent Francis. (Each Volume will be around 4 chapters...
