from Doctor Drink, #1 Poem by James Vincent Cunningham
from Doctor Drink, #1
In the thirtieth year of life
I took my heart to be my wife,
And as I turn in bed by night
I have my heart for my delight.
No other heart may mine estrange
For my heart changes as I change,
And it is bound, and I am free,
And with my death it dies with me.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
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