Heart

The heart holds close to soul’s eternal play,

and weaves with love the sources of our Self,

knows that all is part of something greater;

calls for pure connection, leads the way.

There is within relationship that worthy goal,

of drawing in and knitting tight together,

those people who were born to understand;

so do we keep in touch, though tenuous hold.

The field does spread beyond the body mortal,

embraces all who come within its path,

completes, ensures that two become as one;

keeps open heaven’s doors, reveals the portal.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Heart

  1. Tony Maude says:

    Hi Ros,

    Came here via your comment on my article at dVerse … smiles.

    This is a lovely romantic poem, but not quite a sonnet – you have twelve lines to the sonnet’s fourteen!

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