Is loving
Forgiving
Understands the frailty
Of this life we're living
The heart of a poet
Feels all that it feels
So deep
No rest in life
No rest in sleep
The heart of a poet
So tender
Misunderstood
Only hopes for kindness
Only for good
The heart of this poetess
Yearns for so much more
Wishes for that love
Of a committed fashion
Burning with a fever
Of unbridled passion
The heart of this poetess
Is tender yet in reserve
For only that one
Who would deserve
One who seeks out a poetess
With honorable intent
In kindness
In care
O poetess
Are you out there?
Here am I.
Here am I.
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