Matters Of The Heart (A Love Poem)

So glowing beauty.

Strands of words which flee your lips

Bind me in everlasting chains of love.

To you alone I give my love.

To you alone I give my all.

To you alone I surrender.

So glowing beauty.

The perfect radiance that emit from your smile.

The way your words sink me deep down its Nile.

The way you ignore when I wrong

Makes me sing this song.

To you alone I give my joy.

To you alone I give my peace.

So glowing beauty.

Like the keys of the piano,

You blend my white with black.

Together we’re complete; there’s nothing we lack.

When you stepped into my life, I gave in to your charm.

Now I don’t want to let you go;

Prune me neat, like your farm.

So glowing beauty…

Dheric Da Poet

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