The Heart of He
His heart is not an instrument
for my supple fingers to strum
sweet lips are not a sacrament
of divine grace which to succumb.
His voice cannot predict the end
nor foretell fortunate events
his soul is not without its sin
but he will forever repent.
But this I know to be the man
the truth of him, the heart of he
hard-working with solid strong hands
whose caresses can make me weep.
My Viking king protecting me
fearless and true, eternally.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg