'My Heart' Poem by Thomas Adams

I have grown accustom to the goodness here and I do look forward. My companion shall certainly trump and win over the darkest assuming night. An enthusiastic cheer so brazen it commands and heralds in sharp rays of vibrant colors. The thump and slam. Then a continued gush. Life effortlessly pushing the limit. It is personal and I am forever curious. I am without effort, the partner to this timely dancer. It is understood to be my guide while all others must stand aside and merely question. This humble friend has become my source to depend upon. To dwell with-in. To trust as it caries me, a child still, to my destiny. My mighty mentor, never absent, assists me with the weight of my world. Still, all the while It must be guarded, nourished and seen to. It is my worth. My most powerful possession. And again a most feeble member of the court. But for a simple season shall I wave my banner. Painted upon it, pride, honesty and goodness as it will coddle mercy. Long live my King, my mate, 'My Heart.'