MY GIFTA Poem by felsyA gentle pause of energy, A sight beholden of my eyes is she, Never missing, Never bland, Face of beauty out of hand, Gentle prising of the truth, Enactment of a super sleuth. Whose warmth and candour so sublime, That her honesty doth become mine. This gift betrothed upon my mind a sense that new me could be defined. A me that's happy bright with glee, A new found love of honesty. No restrictive covenants to impinge our way. Therefore in my gifts light is where I spend my day. A sense of peace of ease is she, Her arms are my tranquillity, Yet should we choose that doth not suit, Alternative we seek! No contention, No reframe-just climb another peak. So looking back from end of life, I request this truth, What shall we be? What will become? As our journey moves, Of my gift from god above, My life force new defined. My sanctity, My open heart, My energy, My life! The question clear, Time on next tier, Will my gift become my trouble and my strife? © 2016 felsyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorfelsyUnited KingdomAboutSimply looking for an outlet. I get myself when I write so find this soul purging and profound more..Writing
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