Windows of heaven open to my heart
T'ward my vaning-wind and my latitude
Across lone arid and sterile desert
There I lust for love in my solitude.
My heart in-need of little love in-deed
T' hold onto in perilous times of spite;
When the world grasp all things from me in greed
Leaving me wanting and as blank as white.
E'er-wanting a drop of love in a daught'r
Of eve; To paint my life as rainbow,
Fill'd to the brim with sweet mirth and laughter;
All these I shall gain if love falls below.
(Sad: A loner for the m'ment I've become)
Glad; I'll be when a drop of love is come.
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Indeed one needs the bliss of love for the heart, as the divine ordained function of the heart is to love. A lovely you've got here. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.