Ingratitude is the desire of tears,
Fire the cold void in my heart,
You plunge a chiliad spicules to save my heart,
Forging comprehension in that bliss,
Holding my hand back in the devil's den,
We faced it all,
We are bestowed by the priest,
I take you to be mine,
In heartseases, heartaches and heartedness...
We culminate on this day,
Valentine's roses on our heartstrings...
As I amble along, a trance me shakes
an immense silence, I fear, my tread wakes
A respite from angst in an oasis of rarity
my stroll in timelessness and spirituality
A joy of mind dancing in thrill and ecstasy
lulling my soul into a winsome reverie
Forget me nots calling for vernal breeze
heartseases blooming, poundering throbs I seize
Love in a Mist promising a golden summer
a stunning pallet! a peerless paintbrush to colour
Morning glories, beauty and forbearance
flowering souls, no void and time for abhorrence
Marguerite Daisies dropping a curtsy to shiny sun
a night retreat, then paths of charm to run
One rare of gems from The Master of the Universe
poets ever carving its ineffable beauty in verse
Artists blend their appealing hues and rising perceptions
a work of Art of emotional power and pure impressions
Beholding in awe and gratitude such a bliss
many of God's grace and blessings I miss.
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