You carried me through all the fight,
And guided me to life and light,
You shone the stars upon my night,
And coloured my day gold and white.
Your love processed my soul, every bit,
Your words in me was all the wit,
Exposed to me the deposit-
of faith, my one lone deficit.
You groomed my heart with oil and sound,
And all my fears you did confound,
Your caring heart I felt profound,
All the wealth in you I found.
So, may I with this repay you?
In memory of a heart so true,
Your flame in me cries the dew,
Incense tendrils renders my due,
In golden leaves of dangling hue.
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Vittorio_topaz
YOU ARE READING
THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
