Heart's Folly

Folder: 
Love

I,



dream dreams of fanciful flights,

on wings, ethereal, and Dove-like.

And with preposition before proposition,



I,



seeking what joy mayest I acquire,

and with reasonable intent and happy

disposition (though insecure portent),



I, pursue thee with fiery passion...so.



My,



beating heart, free to fly and join

with thine in love's folly,

wouldst traverse distant and unknown lands,

sail the the broadest seas, conquer the

highest summits, transcending even

Heaven. Relentlessly forging ahead,

feeling each sting, each pain, facing all,

enduring all...only to know thee,

and to love thee...



thus.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Love and solitude are the hallmarks of this piece.

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