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Aug 2017
I never knew how blessed love could be,
Till he adorned my heart in charity,
Bestowing generosity of spirit,
Truth of love cross hearts chambers writ,
Giving angel aura unto it,
He hath the key which in its dark hole fit,
Opening its doors unto the light,
Suffice for poets heart to swoon in flight,
His beauty and his passion doth ignite,
The fury blaze in me so hold on tight,
As we soar past stratosphere in to the stars,
For which I write sweet, sonorous, and swell bars,
Frolicking like children under sun,
Akin to heart in which fierce fires runs,
Your love bears me aloft, whirls me to space,
To sing with angels of the human race,
They have in them the light of love apace,
Shining forth from art forms of a face,
Against him no sad curse and no mean fight,
He only man I haste to interdict,
From the soiled pastures of my heart,
Plagued by demons who made of ruin wicked art,
Their curses and their sermons quick impart,
Poison as if from rancid tainted dart,
But I banish demons from my thought,
Engage instead in Loves mutual rapport,
And towards new day we duly start,
He redeemed my art, so I give heart.
Megan Sherman
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