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My Mirror, My Loyal Heart Doth Show
My mirror, my loyal heart doth show Though parting hath cooled the brilliant flame Sadly, at winter's edge I hastily go That I may abandon love's challenging game To have departed with naught but grace My heart longs for love's deep glorious stain Returning to the familiar, my love's displaced To leave for the sum of good I do proclaim Still there remains but one who does enthrall I love you dearest heart, you are my all. ![]() Recipient of 2008 Golden Award & Review A true poet captures the reader through a careful construction of romanticism, and all poetry is indeed romantic, despite whatever the subject matter may be. This particular piece is reminiscent of the late 16th century poets and envelops a delightful flow using words which appeal to our sense of history while reflecting our present day feelings. Not many have the ability to capture this beautiful Shakespearean quality while keeping a sense of such magnificent emotional carriage. So October 2008’s Golden Award, the last to be awarded this year, goes to you, a writer I hold as one of the truest of poets.
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