For Mine

For Mine

A Poem by Clyde Penman
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A love poem and a birthday present for my loved one

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My heart’s fire,

Forever shall it soften and admire

Your look of perfection ,

Oh my angel of affection,

And I shall sit and wait

Till the world will dissipate

All the woe

That man does know

So that my love may swell ten fold,

And I can show you at last a love that’s gold.

 

My heart’s fire,

Once stuck in barbed-wire,

Bled with the sadness of a sick death bed,

And I lay my head

Onto that stone cold and departed,

And the fires of hell smarted,

I needed right then someone to clutch,

Someone to love so much,

That I could embrace

And alas feel the warmth of grace.

 

My heart’s fire,

Once deceived by many a liar,

Felt the pain of grief and want

And I built a city of secrets like L’Enfant ,

I hid and wrote,

I cried and smote

All emotions and love from my heart,

Till finally someone saw me torn apart,

And told me that I was wrong,

Love has been real all this time along.

 

My heart’s fire,

Naïve and yearning with desire,

Sought the wrong person,

And my state did worsen,

Till finally I was naught but a beast

With blood running for one deceased,

And I lay on the ground,

Not hearing a sound,

And the blades of grass smote my eyes

Because I had been so very unwise.

 

My heart’s fire,

When it was barely an infant to admire,

Was made a match

Who would one day open my night latch,

And sing the songs that would bring to light

All the happiness that dwelt in me despite my plight,

So I did wander,

A lonely idiotic squander,

Till I ran right into a wall

Because my match was there after all.

 

My heart’s fire

Took one look at you and did desire

To know you better than even myself

So out of the hole in my head I did delf,

And I took the angel’s hand in mine,

And in my heart grew a matrimonial vine,

The flowers delicate and fresh,

And they were laid at my heart as I lay in the creche

That is your eyes,

And I have won the ultimate prize.

 

My heart’s fire,

For you it would walk the high wire

And not once look down

For fear you’d frown.

Sadness from you would be rain on my heart,

Would kill it like a poison dart.

So because I can see your beautiful smile,

I am happy for once in what has seemed a great long while.

© 2010 Clyde Penman


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Clyde Penman
Clyde Penman

Clovis, CA



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