Portrayals of the Heart
Returning thinkings where sweet lovers lay,
As musing thoughts of you embrace my mind,
Resiling dreams which led my heart astray.
The secret places only stars can find,
Still ricochet the fragrance left by love
And hope-filled dreams I thought I left behind.
The fading limnings form the clouds above,
render my heart to your embrace, once more,
in manifestations of passion's glove.
But can I trust my feet to touch the floor,
and so release my heart to live the dream,
or should I turn and close the silent door.
As love is magic then I should redeem
And dance my heart in your reflected beam.
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