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I Bid Thee, Heart ....


Dear Heart,

I dare not ask, if thou should love,
Seek pity from the moon above,
So oft my nights in fitful sleep,
Mine destiny within thy keep,

Wouldst thou furnish such distress?
Demand of me,
Confess, confess!
Pray tell me, Heart,
Where be  thy sin?
Dost thou keep it safe within?

Be cautious, Heart,
Lest ye be weak,
Driven by such thoughts ye speak,
Banish hours; benign desire,
And dampened kindling for thy fire,

Yea, cautious Heart,
Ye seek to fly!
I bid thee, Heart,

Goodbye, goodbye.

Linda Stuart Harnett, ©2008

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