A Poet’s Love

In the cavern of my heart you proceed like a river flowing deeply;
calling only when all around is silent.
You are faintest trace of hope,
perhaps a flower embedded or fervid dream—
let me past jagged thorns while world outside is bound by sleep.
Whispers of love renewed flow,
as though gardens that revel in Spring—
you are verses bursting, blooming among my thoughts,
undulating as pulse-like waves.
Like a prayer sealed upon sweet lips;
you are amalgamation of the moon and sun—
perhaps a hymn, as though a sacred song.
In the cavern of my heart you proceed like a river flowing deeply;
calling only when all around is silent.

 

The poem I chose to edit:

In the cavern of my heart, you flow
like a river deep; calling only when
all around is silent.

You’re faint hope, perhaps a flower
or impassioned dream. Let me past
jagged thorns, while world outside
is bound by sleep.

Whispers of love, rekindled flow, as
though gardens that revel in spring.
You’re verse that blooms among my
thoughts, surging through as pulse-
like waves.

Like a prayer sealed upon sweet lips,
you’re moon and sun both wreathed
in one. Perhaps a hymn, as though a
sacred song.

In the cavern of my heart, you flow
like a river deep; calling only when
all around is silent.

Original poem dated March 22, 2017

 

 

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