Dearest Heart
Do not look for me out on a plain;
For sure as life it will not rain.
Do not look for me far a yonder;
For there i shall not ponder.
Do not look for me up in the skies;
there all but my spirit flies.
Do not look for me in hell bent fire;
For at peace i am with your desire.
Do not look for me on moss laden bark;
As i am not with the ferret or the lark-
But deep inside your dearest heart.
Copyright © Theo Constantinides | Year Posted 2014
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