At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. -Plato
Feel the rhythm, hear the beats
It is alive
It truly is
Let it not be filled with greed
This bearer of hope, wonder and bliss
Damage not this fragile heart
Of a child too young at age
For his innocence should be kept in piece
It is strong
But it is weak
May you listen, and may you please
Be kind and be gentle
For just at least
Damage not this fragile heart
Of an affectionate mother with a pretty face
For her sacrifice is a sum you cannot repay
And damage not this fragile heart
Of a devoted lover who cared for her mate
For passion, a gift, is not for play
From her heart,
-joyce.
-joyce.
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