It Flows From The Heart... Poem by Michael Gale

It Flows From The Heart...



It flows from the heart, drip, drip, drip...
A long, slow motional discent of thick gooey emotional liquid
that my brain must convince my heart to accept.

It keeps on coming...
Like a torrential haze of love.

Threatening to drown away all my sorrows...
I cannot breathe, except to inhale all of your outer and inner beauty
through my lungs of dispaire.

You must, from Heaven come down to me, from way up above...
You really care.

Love through our hearts, as we do share...
We make a duo'd heart-a loving, caring pair.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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