A Heart To Cherish Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

A heart to cherish and warm hand to hold
High raise mere mortal clay from common mould,
Elevates base elements to gold
As magic fusion cuts confusion's hold.

Rest not on sidelines, ceremony trace,
Thrust through Fate's weight, cue to true interface
That, ma chérie, may see heart heart enfold
On lease from life itself, which won't grow old.

Could mirrors speak they'd blush, no silver scold
Harsh time reflect, so joyfully behold
Enchanting offspring duplicate glow's grace,
Resounding echo both of soul, surface.
Incarceration end, lets celebrate
SHared emotions' oceans liberate.

14 December 1995 revised as acrostic A HEART TO CHERISH 31 August 2007
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A Heart to Cherish

A heart to cherish and a hand to hold
lifts Man's mortal clay from common mould,
transforms base elements to finest gold
through magic fusion, let the truth be told.
Stand not on sidelines, ceremony, trace
Fate's lines through daring caring interface.
Charming features charmèd heart enfold,
on lease from life itself, which can't grow old.
If mirrors spoke, they'd blush, could never scold,
prove mirage mirage, all else oversold.
Should children come they'd duplicate true grace -
enchanting echo both of soul, surface.
Transmit heart's signals to communicate
emotion's oceans, love anticipate.

14 December 1995

© Jonathan Robin