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The Heart of A MistressThe mighty current has swept me under. My heart is shaken by rolling thunder. No escape for a soul in distress, the secret heart of a mistress. A sweeping comfort and hideaway, shelters my undying faith. Precious time will soon reveal, and often my fantasy becomes so real. A secret little rendezvous, alone together just me and you. The heart of a mistress, a long love story, true as the sun will rise in the morning. My diary holds no right or wrongs, where the prince and princess sing love songs. The heart of a mistress reveals her soul, of all the memories left untold. There you are in my photograph, fond memories of hearing you laugh. Often do I think of you, the way you stared at me from across the room, and how you loved to smell my perfume. The heart of a mistress often holds, a long love story seldom told. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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