![]() the bard's lonely heartA Poem by m.s.earlyif Shakespeare's heart, crack-shattered, fluttering about lingering lofty pieces, eternal, sun dripping pearls of gold, love's unrequited tragic stance, within the heart to hold, the gardener's gift, a poisoned fable, spoiled and round and stout, a hint too brief to be believed, cast with a touch of doubt, softly spoken wind dried verses creased with ageless folds, the unrelenting hands of time relieve (or so we're told), but i would rather fall dead myself, having lived without. if heaven's mystery dispelled upon a tempered spirit, those comely cheeks soft brushed but wounded, jaded porcelain ears upon that heart, but pulse too faint to hear it. the bard though gone a thousand years, yet voice is ever timely; the lost, dejected, forlornly reposed, whitewashed and faded, will seek forever as if worlds away no matter how closely near it.
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