Polyacrostic Palimpsest Tender Is Her Heart Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Tender is her heart, whose light here tunes lines true,
E'er writ within free stylish skin, great find.
No name words scan, no need as man's $ains unwind.
Deeds flower here, deeds flower heard, dreamt by few,
Archer love call, man needs free air, fair view,
Nowhere shrine is named, rich can shine designed
It's set, is hid deep inside, is laid behind
Covers, is meshed, scored, missed here. Care threads clue.
Eyes truth see, a spelt form, where lines we weave on cue,
His pen inked reaching end, clear wish consigned.
End dark fear, heavens dared, for healed hearts bind
As new souls, madam! Announce clear - a part I'm you!
Rewards seem near, revealing wonder real
To let us both draw threads that doubts unreel.