The Most Beautiful Bard of All ~
As I myself considered this visions given truth ~
My spirit reserved unto its magnificent path....
Recognition, deep down inside that it is not I, who are a poet at all
Not as one whom would be thought although, I do sometimes write?
A verse extracted from these tempered veins; such caverns of gold ~
The greatest story ever told; time and time again....
Paintings, brushed throughout the centuries; days of old
Loving hands; so very softly do they hold, this majestic quill, before
These brightened eyes of mine; tender etchings upon the parchments
Precious blood dipped ink; the Lamb of life thus spoken
Speaking, from within this humbled heart and soul; rejoicing
Rippling waters a voice from Heaven; resounding these words; so lovely....
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"He," the most beautiful bard, of them all ~
Note: Smile ~ I Know, Just Call Me A Dreamer; "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
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