Sentiments

Abiding in the heart, sentiments breathe
Roll and churn covered in a sheath
Roiling around in raging tempests
Cavorting here and about: a prank, a caper
Riding on a tide out they pour
Come to rest on lips hiding no more
Lilting they sound when awarded expression
Fragrant to the heart that receives their confession
What use the words that can’t find their path?
What worth the man who can’t this grasp?

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