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His heart unveiled before me,
descended from fields above,
let him free me with eternal songs
and constrain me with his love.

Lilacs amidst the autumn green,
like lilies among the thorns,
let him hold me up in blossom tides
in whose haven I am reborn.

If come the dawn which want of rain,
the hours of trial and drouth,
let him kiss me now as he kissed me then–
nectared kisses of his mouth.

When moistened rivulets meander down
my cheeks onto my neck,
let him dry the tears and calm my soul
with words of sweet caress.

As cashmere skies dissolve in mist
to lower eve’s curtain from above,
let them come; I fear it not–
for I am sick with love.

Phoebe Chi, MD, MPH
Phoebe Chi, MD, MPH

As a physician, author, and managing editor of PhoebeMD: Medicine + Poetry, Dr. Chi aims to inspire, educate, and empower the reader community. She is the author of Being Empowered for a Healthy Heart: A personal guide to taking control of your health while living with chronic conditions, founder and designer at Pendants for a Cause, and a minion to her feline companion, Samantha.

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  1. Sometimes poems feel “written”.. this is feels as though it was your breath.. natural, comfortable, smooth.. it feels as though it just “was”. I loved it.

    • Rob.. you kiss ass!! You are so transparent!! Why can’t others see it? Because you’re good at your game? No because you’re a master Levasseur at your game. Pheobe, google him!! Beware of the wolf in Sheeps clothing.

      The Dark Lady lol 😂

  2. Ooo, love it, Phoebe! “Nectered kisses of his mouth” and that stunning last line, “for I am sick with love” … Wonderful, wonderful!

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