a temple undivine

by son of wrath - Cancer

To mine heart a pathway she made
The trot of her little cat feet
The soul of my soul, laying, laid
To these, submission complete

To mine soul a cradle she made
The sway of her praying hands
The heart of my heart, laying, maid
To these and their commands

**
And so, mine body remains vacant
A temple undivine
As hollow grapes are vacant
of that which is the wine

** am missing a stance here. 

Reason for writing:

    the ususal    

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2001-06-19 06:34:17
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:34
Poem ID: 63514

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