The Ties That Bind Poem by Helen Crutchett

Your poems are the ties that bind
From this moment I cast away
The heavy garment of disillusionment.
Your poet's passion reaches me
And love's garden blooms with heavy fragrance.
When the moon brings a thousand sighs
To my trembling lips
It seems like paradise is upon me.
My unheard cries spill onto the words
Letters run together and blur all
And I swoon as if a thousand harps
From heaven embraced the pages penned
In truth's purity flowing from your heart to mine.