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>This Heart of Mine > >Alas, as the new day struggles to put on light, >I In like form, seek to stilt and mantle myself in >strength renewed once more. >I remain no stranger to this pale and wilting heart I >both carry and tote, >For we have waked the same path for many years now. > >I know well, yes, the shy retreating and bashfull >heart, I carry this day, >for I have carried her for as long as she has carried >me. >I, long familiar with her tender nature which words >dare not recite nor tell, >As I am accustomed as well to her sadness daily >saddled. >For I walk as she, and she as me. > >Her voice within no doubt only I can hear, >while her cries of dissapointment, I fear often all >can hear, >for her moans remain not subtle at times, nor her rage >easaly dismissed, >for she can purr like a kitten or rage like the sea, >yes, this heart of mine. > >Her state of isolation, I have shared with her hand in >hand, >And her passion for life, I have senced near and dear, >Though we seldom differ, her walk, and mine alike, >I therefore hear her always in our daily walk and >flight. > >I know not if the world hears her roar of day, >Nor her Alpaca like mews, that she breathes and >whispers into the night, >For there are some things indeed, that she whispers >only to me. > >Alas, I catch and cradle her tears daily, as she weeps >for me, >this heart of mine, >my friend. > >Rodney Evan Bohen >www.rodneybohen.com

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