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Your Heart
1. "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
You gave to me your heart when we were young.
On stars we danced, and on the moon we swung.
Unfailingly your heart beat just for me.
Rhapsody’s composers of romance were we.
Honey of your sweet lips. . . I taste it still.
Eventide consumes me with thoughts of you.
As shadows slink in and sun slides behind the hill,
Rivers of memories flood me through and through.
Tears fall. I have loved your heart, and I always will.
Copyright ©
Andrea Dietrich
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