Sympathy rivaled by the heart,
Begs to differ, fall apart.
The beat it pounds, the blood it tips.
On the wings of angels, golden wips.
It whispers deep into the will,
Heaven binding, nature still.
And as the earth, it turns and sways,
Its rounded purpose, blameless stays.
And swooping of the crest and shield.
Oh nature of my heart revealed.
-
Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2026 08:50
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 0
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.