Oh My Soul
Where do you come from little rose of blush
you, who was never owned by anyone but me
oh singing bird of thrill how easily you shush
when conscience leaves my side I am not free
When guilt devours me whole you go in hiding
like a wounded child that often goes to play
oh litigator of my heart I was born consigning
to life's passions, as they happened me away
Whence forth this solid mind I will constrain
from thinking out of line for sake of heart
oh soul of beauty please forgive my reign
in my old age I realize, what is your part
You, are the part of me that makes me whole
the conscientious side of me, oh, my soul!
December 11, 2020
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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