Perfect Heart

I imagine joy, despite the rain, a perfect heart, a subtle pain.
And love aflame, a poem fair, an empty touch, a modest flare.
But psychic wave, a spark of fey, the lure of self, a vision
Grey. For fettered heart, the pride of love, a sea aflame, the
Vow of blood. And mystic myth, a mare afar, a cryptic ache,
A soul ajar. And phantom love, a voiceless lark, a vapid
Quest, a forest heart. But fortune dark, a surge of light, a
Need to fawn, a future bright.

But patent love, a subtle pain, a perfect heart, despite the
Rain. And ferric bond, a sacred flare, the wave of light, an
Infant’s prayer. And love aflight, a poem fair, an empty
Touch, a modest flare. For spirit shame, a vivid guide, the
Pulse of love, and bridal pride. Thus the vision, a pond of
Grey, an image bold, a field of fey.