Soul of Iron
I am a soul of rusty iron within a steel clad heart.
The tears I shed, the blood I've bled keeps me well apart.
But when a lovely spirit bright with wings of lace and gold,
lands upon my tarnished frame, my heart with love enfolds.
I hold too tight this tiny light with a gasp of interlude,
and far too soon the sweet commune becomes my solitude.
When this heart of steel decays to leave a soul of iron,
I fear no feathered wings will ever lift me from this mire.
Written on May 21, 2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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