Echoes of the Heart
Out of the heart comes spring of pure water,
Out pour of cheese from northern female bull,
Outcome of this sweetness makes me better,
Outflow of deep pains makes me look like stool.
My heart seeks comfort and undeterred love,
My soul rests on your bosom of glory,
My mind longing for passion from above,
My head spins round and round like toy lorry.
When would I leave this dollop of sorrow?
When shall I find solace in my precious?,
When would plenty come?,so I don`t borrow,
When would goodness arrive?I`m so anxious
can my mind really speak?,I just wonder .
can the brain fathom all these?,I ponder.
CONTEST:" Echoes Of The Heart" sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle.
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