6 Oc
White Rhythmic Dog
I am conquered--
Shorn of Pride and
Prejudice
I am lost--
My Heart flies from
my Breast
I am thine---
And thus, cannot be
lonely
My Thoughts would
never rest
But rest upon Thee
only---
I am found---
And love the Feeling
well
I am bound---
By Bonds so Heavenly
For Heaven it is to
greet Thee
And Hell it is to
leave
Thou art strong in
Word and Deed
Yet gentle in thy
Need
My Soul calls unto Thee
In Poems wild and
sweet
The Rhymes and
Couplets meet
To keep us Company---
©Kleomichele Leeds PhD (c)
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