Love Sewn, To Emotional Griefs, In Part. Poem by Michael Gale

Whithering heart's feelings, meant to breathe...
New meanings to Love's ways, as we regrettably at times
in temperance, it hotly seethes.

Like a tea kettle, it pressurizes in steam done blown...
This is the only, way of love, is shown.

Like a needle inserted, deep to heart...
Sewn to emotional, griefs in part.

Tempest's storms drown in plight...
At last this moment, we adorn in it's light.

For affairs of the heart, can sting with pain...
To inflict to each other, a love, soaked-stain.

Alas, the abysses, of love, in flight...
Comes down to us two, this romantic paled, night.

As the Moons of Jupiter, takes in strides of change in love...
It lends to our own, their bright light sent, fro' it, above.

Like a bird of love, spread to thine...
Flown to me, as be thou-mine!