For The Heart Is Love Personified - Poem by Mark Heathcote
What the eye doesn't see, the heart can feel?
From the heart also is the mind and body,
For the heart is love personified already.
What does eye do better than the heart?
Your eyes are only the tip of the dart.
First, you must feel each gouge bleed crimson
Then taste the blood, there in the flower.
And know that for each flower
There is a root that you can trace
Trace back to the dawn of that first throbbing hour.
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