Iris Blue


Hand To Heart - A Sonnet

Hand written words speak from thy gentle heart;
Each scribed to stir my hopeless heart’s desire.
They echo all I feel though we’re apart;
A star-crossed love that destiny conspired.
I linger over each and every word,
The sound of your kind ‘voice’ restrains a tear
And as I clutch this folded letter’s worth,
You tell me that though far apart you’re near.
The scent of this worn parchment I inhale,

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