Listen to the pounding
of our hearts resounding,
when they the other meets.
Be it not confounding -
the closer we are standing
the harder our hearts beat;
my heart, your heart completes.
And when that hypnotising
summer sun starts rising
over your horizon,
think not back to time before -
in what is now be sure.
Spend no time devising
that in which your heart is sure.
No.
Hear thee now the beating
of my heart, repeating
like these words, be they enough,
"Truly, only you I love."
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AN
Our heart. Your heart. My heart
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Remnants
Poetry📚This is a random assortment of poems I have written - some in old english, some in modern. Most of which are centred around emotions, though of course they do vary in subjects. So please peruse at your pleasure.📚 Some of these are my old poems...
