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by Timothious
My heart beats with romantic muse.
I listen to it and wonder.
Like powder and fuse.
Is it going to explode with thunder?
It swells deep with adventurous toil.
And springs forth in heart filled verse.
With much emotions and little moil.
With all that romantics are cursed.
I feel you in my space and wonder "Is it fancied?"
The heart fell warmth that falls be for me.
The wantingness of that which I've chancied.
The affinity that fills me like warm swepted sea.
Many a time have I sheath my heart away.
It bruised, broken, and bleeding.
And many a time has it came forth to say
of what I am needing.
It adventures where angels fear to tread.
With fearless tact and courageous speed.
Without memory of unfortunate dread.
Charging like a shining knight on white steed.
"Sally forth!" is its cry.
As I notice you walking by.
Energy flows to the Emotions as they run high.
Copyright 1991 TimeMasters SciFi and Beyond Productions and Copyright 1993 Elf/Dwarf Productions.
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