The Heart's Rondelet
My heart is theirs
Closest to the crystal fountains
My heart is theirs
Nearby in our forest so green
Carved wetly into every oak
(Though I thought I solely owned it)
My heart is theirs
Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2014
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