MY GIFT OF THEE

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    MY GIFT OF THEE

    He moves through me from miles away

    Whispers my name throughout the day;

    With gossamer deft transcends time and space

    On the wings of Zephyr, gently kisses my face.

     

    Ah the innocence of newborn love

    A journey to heaven on the wings of a dove;

    Attraction from the first hello

    Fresh as new buds on the weeping willow.

     

    Old heartaches touched by Caduceus’ wand

    Must still my heart as it grows ever fond;

    How sweet the taste of our first kiss

    Cannot turn back, cannot dismiss.

     

    Many nights I’ve spent upon bended knee

    Humble and small I sent up my plea;

    For years I prayed for my soul’s harmony

    The Lord’s answer came with my destiny.
    D.Faye Nail

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    heartofapoet’s Poems (7)

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