Thy tender heart beats lightly in thy bosom.
Thine angelic face I cradle close, whispering words of comfort to soothe thy troubled sleep.
Thou knowest not the depths of mine heart,
As it beats stolidly for thee alone.
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A use of language that so often seems to be forgotten. IS is very rare to find a poet whose use of this style can move me beyond that which is called novelty, but here, you have done so. Thank you for sharing, it is a truly wonderful read.
I liked this a lot Eliza! Very good job on this write for sure. Always, Linda