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About This Poem
My Heart And Soul
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There is a painting at the art gallery
I have a strong affection for
It is a man that calls me from the past
In the year 1670 lived this nobleman
Long dark hair falls to his shoulders
A strong face with fathomless eyes
Eyes full a passion and desire
He does not smile, yet I adore him
I want to reach out to him
He seems to see me, beckon to me
Come to me he whispers
Aristocratic is his demeanor, dignified
O, but could I step within the frame
Be in his world, in his time
We would hold hands in silence
For he would know without question
My heart and soul are his forever
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Written by Constance La France
November 11, 2012
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