A Romantic Heart
Forever In Your Heart
Oh handsome muse,
Do you not see,
Thy heart laid out before thee?
Upon every stroke of thy pen,
Every word reflect to thee,
To thy heart, to thy soul?
Have not I gazed into the loveliest of eyes,
Bright fields of sunshine in blue skies?
Does not Thy heart beat ever so hard for thee,
To be near, As a touch upon thy skin?
My mind is a stir, my vision a blur,
For I cannot see, you are mine eyes,
My heart, my soul,
For I feel with you,
Thy hand is your love,
As fingers to a glove,
So I am to thy muse,
Feelings, emotions, desires,
My muse, my fire,
Burning deep with thy soul,
Does not thy heart sing to thee,
As a bird in a tree?
Am I not at your request and demand,
When asking to connect to thee by hand?
What fuel, what flame do thee hold?
Is it a flame or a spark?
My muse, my fire, object of desire,
Inpireing my mind with lovely thoughts,
Do thee not know, that every poem,
Every word is written only for you?
This gift that I give to thee,
Gift from the heart,
Forever I am inspired,
My muse, my fire, Object of my Desire.......
[This message has been edited by A Romantic Heart (edited 05-04-2000).]