Gold keeps
Gold keeps the string roses that line my heart.
It is a gold chain of small roses entangling small hearts.
These rose hearts are like rings connecting my chain.
A gift of hope strives by my heart.
A gift of hope can come through me to you.
Such a reason of life sees a great risk to find joy.
My wisdom finds its enchanting chain to help you.
A tense heart finds stress that can’t bud love.
Every tear is a juice spilt from the heart’s petals.
The heart cannot be lord over what my mind speaks.
A stumbling chance is a miracle.
A heart reaps joy to venerate life.
Dust has the grains of the living.
A secret touch is in the lovers eyes.
I find freshness in good reason.
I love all hearts circling on trust.
I love a heart that boasts less in trust.
Copyright(c) Shamela 15 / March / 2012