Vinyard Of The Hearted Grown As Two.... Poem by Michael Gale

She hath given true fruitation to thy growth in heartly love...
She my wife was born for thee.
God gave her to thine fro' up above...
All that she may be.
My lover hath kissed of thee...
As if by fate to be with me.
How may i count on her? ....
To be my illful heart felt lonely cure.
Days of absence bestill thy heart...
Dare we to ever part.
She hath relit my burning emotioned heart...
She hath ignited thy frozened unmoving start.
She hath instilled to this beating heart...
A love for her from early start.
This basement of lonliness of cobwebs and dust....
Are now renewed of loving trust.
We are matched complete intact...
We both are matched as divinely exact.
We two are enmeshed as a jigsawed puzzle piece...
Found new heart is well at ease.
Moment to moment as shared with us...
These two found hearts are just a must.
Vinyard's grapes are as in vine...
As hearts have grown as two entwine.