04/03/06
Awaken!
Ye that hold what mine heart yearneth for
The surest precept of end
Which maketh naught of all
To grant what wishes must be
Makest not shackles of angst
For they be rude upon thy breast.
Shouldst thy ear heareth
Come hence to what awaiteth
For thus only canst thy soul rejoice
At strokes abounding apleanty
In tune the beat that is thine
Must ye delay thus,
To surrender thine heart?
To be yours unto the end
Dost be mine most cherished wish.
Yet thy attention doth stray
Thy perception lacking
Of which mine sight proclaims
Be bonds that bind us
Entwined in heavenly eternity.
Canst thy not see the beauty
That before us dwells,
Shadowing us henceforth
Till surrender is all but certain?
Are thine eyes yet blind
To that which partakes upon us,
Thy languishing glory?
Yet I wonder in all
If perchance mine heart doth beat,
Upon the bedrock imovable
As vigilance yields not reward.
Truth though hastens the breast
Yearning as it hath ever done
To assend thee upon thy throne.
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Love Poems
PoetryAll about love. Doing a small, loving thing with beautiful panache can be...as romantic as committing a heroic deed... Thomas Kinkade Life is meant to be lived- That's the essence of the romantic creed. Thomas Kinkade
