My heart it sings oh how it sings
it sings alone for me,
my heart within, deep within, oh how it sings;
it sings alone for me
an inspiring, electrifying, arousal melody.
Oh my heart oh how it burns
oh how it burns for me,
beneath my breast, deep beneath, oh how it burns;
within fervent depths it burns for me
a white hot heat; a searing heat; maiming bodily.
There is joy within and love within
awakened wonder seen by me,
there is wonder there, and love found there, within;
such love within it startles me
thrilling wondrous; joy there known; tempestuously.
Such wonder there like thunder there
that thunder threatens me;
I wonder at howling thunder there;
that booms and howls at me.
From between comes, a howling wind, a searing wind,
a tearing wind; that comes; that blows for me;
from out actinic abyss; blows cruel creative wind;
that threatens; inter-dimensional realms; all worlds to be.
A chilling wind a howling wind
that severs my heart within me;
it is a chilling wind, an abrasive wind;
that severs my heart from me.
Though often in my inward innermost thought,
lightning striking frightening;
is rapture held within; fervently by me.
That lightning striking frightening,
is blinding thought not frightening thought;
that seres at sentient; sequential heart in me.
Such is wondrous heart knowing heart,
that booms; howls; reels; calls siren surreal to me.
Like searing wind; from out; terrifying abhorrent abyss;
such is wondrous; wild; untamable heart in me.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful song of a fountain-like heart. I can hear the rhythm of 'La Belle Dame Sans Mercy' in the background, occasionally broken, on purpose?