Taken from near my heart
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
Who is the sculpture,
Of of this beautiful, work of art,
Looking at your beauty,
I say how great thou art.
No sculpture can craft,
Such work of art,
Stolen from Adam,
Yet still his part.
Now I know why,
You knock at my heart,
You were my rib,
Taken from near my heart
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