Mystic Rose Rose Poet Sonnet

Mind Of The Heart

“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”

Nestled deep within the feel and touch of home
this heart of love goes on a holiday 
Like feathered birds in heaven when they roam
all thoughts of you arise, like birds of clay 

Nestled deep within the soul I have no choice   
but flap my wings and lead you to my heart 
Like  warblers in the sun with trilling voice 
all thoughts of you sing sweet, it is an art 

Nestled at the font of love the heart's own mind 
is like a shelter of collective pasts 
Like memories of old that can't go blind 
all ardors of the heart seem to outlast 

Unblinking as the sun that shines inside my heart
the heart and mind of you and I, will never part.

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Hiba Junaid February 28, 2025 at 8:00 AM this is so pretty

Jan Allison February 27, 2025 at 4:35 PM what a touching poem Vie, your devotion and love to your husband shines out like a beacon of light . hugs jan xx Mystic Rose Rose February 27, 2025 at 4:45 PM God has blessed us with many years together, I pray he continues to watch over us, and you !

Paula Goldsmith February 27, 2025 at 10:38 AM What a lovely write have here with your "Mind of the Heart" write. I really enjoyed reading this. Great Picture and Great Quote... "Good Luck" if for contest. Have a wonderful/blessed day writing away.................. Mystic Rose Rose February 27, 2025 at 4:45 PM Thank you dearest Paula, I appreciate your visit here.

Yann Rolland February 27, 2025 at 9:25 AM so touching sonnet, love is so clear and brilliant, thanks poet Mystic Rose Rose February 27, 2025 at 4:44 PM So glad you enjoyed the verse dear Yann, hope your keeping well, much love

Joseph P. DiMino February 27, 2025 at 5:44 AM The heart is never too lived to freshly love. Often I think, the rest of us, is just window dressing. The heart of love, never forgets, is always present, with one forward ventricle in the future. Love your poem. A FAV! Mystic Rose Rose February 27, 2025 at 4:43 PM Your always so generous with your comments Joe, thank you for understanding my poetics, V