Hearts of hearts

What of these sweetest ties that bind
My heart to yours dear valentine
That our love grow and fate entwine
In tendrils true a hope divine.

While love may wax or wane in time
My love for you remains sublime
And shall not wither on the vine
For truer love you shall not find.

To waste this gift seems such a crime
So pledge your troth and here be mine
And to love’s bower we resign
In warm embrace there to recline.

As long as waters flow the Tyne
And lovers raise a glass of wine
My heart to you I shall consign
And in these words my love enshrine.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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