Her Heart- Sonnet XI

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Her Heart

In Seeking This Which You have Given,
Walking in Darkness; Blind, yet Brave,
Untended Sentiment once harshly Shriven,
Now Waits, Possession’s Abject Slave.
Mired in Waves of Deliberate Pause,
While Standing Patient Upon the Shore,
Her Heart is Pounding, but with just Cause?
It Matters Little; She Longs for More!
Unbridled Coyness in Demonstration,
Makes Her Timidity Audacious Show,
While All Her Senses in Abdication;
Closing Her Eyes, Lets Passion Grow.
Yet, if Interest is with Danger Fraught,
Then Privileged Purpose will Come to Naught.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Selina Fenech

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