Heart Strummer
I am the toucher of lost hearts
Allow me to reach into you
So the rivers of pain may part
The words I speak to you are true
I possess an ancient power
Allow me to reach into you
I come to you in morning hour
Relief is but a string away
I possess an ancient power
With practiced fingers I do play
Your heart becomes my symphony
Relief is but a string away
You live within my poetry
Your heart becomes my symphony
I am the toucher of lost hearts
So the rivers of pain may part
For are you? Fantasy character contest.
I think all poets possess magical powers.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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