My Heartbeat

It's true you don't know,
Carved and shot down the bow.
It's as high as the peak of the mountains,
My Noble queen who lives beyond the fountains;

Through awakening of time and mystery,
I'll be there for you my glory.
Never letting go in the summer,
To love you more in the winter.

Emmanuel Shadrach
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/03/2021

Poet's note: Heart in pen
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