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.

 

 

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