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It is said that a poem is the way the heart sings,
telling of songs sung with sweet words,
love's divine and hero's valor.

Yet, as the poems are brought for all to see and hear,
                                                    it is chained and bounded.

It is believed to be for appeal,
but as the words are listened upon,
they are dull and lifeless.

When the heart rises to oppose,
                                  it is shunned and disgraced.

No matter the efforts,
the esscence of poetry cannot be contained,
the esscence of the heart.

The heart is without shape or form,
                            without chains or binds,
                                                   nor gags, nor twisted words.

It is the truth, and none can conceal it,
none can alter it,
none, but the heart itself.

Poetry is the way the heart sings, using sweet words
                                    to preach of love's mythical strength,
                                                           the heart's true existence.

Magnificence pours from their chambers
when unleashed, beauty and excellence
ring through the air.

The lion is not judged by the method of his roar,
                             but by the pride he carries with it.

Description
It is said that a poem is the way the heart sings,
telling of songs sung with sweet words,
love's divine and hero's valor.

Yet, as the poems are brought for all to see and hear,
                                                    it is chained and bounded.

It is believed to be for appeal,
but as the words are listened upon,
they are dull and lifeless.

When the heart rises to oppose,
                                  it is shunned and disgraced.

No matter the efforts,
the esscence of poetry cannot be contained,
the esscence of the heart.

The heart is without shape or form,
                            without chains or binds,
                                                   nor gags, nor twisted words.

It is the truth, and none can conceal it,
none can alter it,
none, but the heart itself.

Poetry is the way the heart sings, using sweet words
                                    to preach of love's mythical strength,
                                                           the heart's true existence.

Magnificence pours from their chambers
when unleashed, beauty and excellence
ring through the air.

The lion is not judged by the method of his roar,
                             but by the pride he carries with it.