Sympathy rivaled by the heart,
Begs to differ, fall apart.
The beat it pounds, the blood it tips.
On the wings of angels, golden wisps.
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.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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