Can I hold you in my hand?
Must I let you go?
Would you fly away,
as the wind will blow?
Could you ever understand,
the blood that beats
beneath my skin?
Will you simply flutter
your gossamer wings?
These are merely
my senseless mutterings,
you should pay no heed.
I shall not hold you here,
shackled to my fear.
Go,
with no fear,
to sacred Arcadia.
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Heart extracts
PoetryCan you pin love down with ink and paper? Or on screen with pixels? No. But we must try Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous. It does not brag, does not get puffed up, does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interests, does...
