Poem by R.M. Dolin, January 6, 2024
Gift of My Heart
Next time I gift my heart,
it will be forever with
the person whose arms
I pray to die in.
Next time my timid soul dares
to seek sympatico,
it will be with a
profound boldness transcending
all the cuts and scares
that came before, eagerly embracing
whatever magic and miracles
kismet has in store.
A poem for a friend who asked me how I love.
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