PoeEternal poetry Writing


He has my heart and I have his

You have something of mine
I have something of yours
It is labeled shrine
And should stop the wars
It has a sign
With open doors
Windows bleed sunshine
Love through our corridors
With the will of the divine
We come with some broken floors
But we were made to align
Calm are the coming shores
It is the way we were designed
Gone are the hours of roars
When I fell out of line
Fate is written in our cores
And so my heart to you I resign
Your love is stored in my memoirs
You are my forever valentine

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’m keeping his heart…

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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