Dear Poetry

My freedom love, a thought divine, a rustic ark, a mortal
Shrine. And dellic dream, the soul’s abyss, a telic pain, a
Fountain kiss. My deep amore, the plight of time, a wellic
Heart, a soul to pine. And frantic flame, a passion scar, a
Wailing wound, a welted star. My mind awake, a petal soft,
A dahlia field, a phantom lost. And magic wand, an oaken
Spear, the flute of words, an open ear. For lotus heart, a
Vessel torn, a prudent soul, a prophet’s horn.

My freedom love, a thought divine, a rustic ark, a mortal
Shrine. And netted ghosts, the nib of blood, an attic vex, a
Velvet love. My flowing light, a welkin rose, a panting hart,
A cryptic code. And fluid wave, a rapid rush, a floating
Wind, a mystic touch. For lotus heart, a cultic ache, a
Chorus joy, a gravid fate.