My Heart

I found my heart, ‘twas with my soul;
those parts of me that make me whole
were with my love, she keeps them true;
all shiny like they are brand new.
With her, they’re safe – she’ll give them back
if I should feel there is a lack.
But then, her spirit nurtures me;
she holds my heart and sets it free.
It matters not, her seeds are sown
and in her hands my love has grown.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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