She hath given true fruitation to thy growth in heartly love... <br />She my wife was born for thee. <br />God gave her to thine fro' up above... <br />All that she may be. <br />My lover hath kissed of thee... <br />As if by fate to be with me. <br />How may i count on her? .... <br />To be my illful heart felt lonely cure. <br />Days of absence bestill thy heart... <br />Dare we to ever part. <br />She hath relit my burning emotioned heart... <br />She hath ignited thy frozened unmoving start. <br />She hath instilled to this beating heart... <br />A love for her from early start. <br />This basement of lonliness of cobwebs and dust.... <br />Are now renewed of loving trust. <br />We are matched complete intact... <br />We both are matched as divinely exact. <br />We two are enmeshed as a jigsawed puzzle piece... <br />Found new heart is well at ease. <br />Moment to moment as shared with us... <br />These two found hearts are just a must. <br />Vinyard's grapes are as in vine... <br />As hearts have grown as two entwine.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vinyard-of-the-hearted-grown-as-two/
