The Heart Of A Poet. - Poem by Azriel Dreams
My Father was my Creator and My Father also; my Mother conceived me and loved me from her womb to Heaven above.
My Life loved me; my education brought me wealth and wisdom and insanity in understanding with a heart true and chaste.
Love is like a Flower that opens but for a summer and is plucked by the Bees of life; spreading the pollen happily.
The Wasps have a different agenda and a different take; this is the two sides of life and coinage.
Love can be great and it can diminish but it's always worth loving losing and still worth trying again.
Our world is full of Love and Loss, Bees and Wasps; Bees and Wasps.
We only go but through relationships to develop.
The Heart of a Poet is feeling, emotion, turmoil explained.
Bearing witness to experiences which create compassion leading a poet on their way.
To Find, to Love, to Lose to Fail; to Find, to Love, to Lose and to Fail. To find true Love again. This is the Heart of a Poet.
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