The Heart By Itself Poem by Wesongah David

7 morn,
Going on to the break of shine,
Looking on to a perfect proposal,
Down on my knees,
Words fail my splendor,
But the heart speaks for self.

7 dusk,
The beauty of failure evades me,
My juvenescence a reticence,
Wishes a mounted horse,
Pray, would you love?
Questions a clouded notion,
But the heart speaketh for self.

7 at point,
Your lure a common drug,
Drugged to tender extremes,
Sexual healing a bored mien,
Forget the sweet deceit,
Tabooed from the onset,
Fruits of a spurned loom,
Labors love rewarded,
But still of unspoken feelings,
A love yielded deeper,
Held by a mortal bud,
But still on and goes say without,
The heart speaks for self better.