Life across your stare gleams bright
And glistens off my soul, a mirror for your light:
In your eyes, calm and warm, all pride waxes humble
And into your arms I’d wilt and crumble,
As into a soothing hand at rest upon my cheek.
Like a thorn my heart has grown into your soft, soft air,
Where for all the world, vanishes all care:
Where with your touch, away fades the bleak;
I am with you at peace, a lover on my knees,
Who woos with silly rhymes so your heart that I might please.
But ‘til we’re heart to heart, and your lips again I kiss;
Eternity shall pass I fear; but what sweet bliss,
To live a life and dream until at death the dream departs -
A simple dream, to know and love your gentle heart.
2006-08-25
16:57:48
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