I sit and think about my love…
as music throbs
every evening
waiting to be taken into heart
taken into hands as gentle as a summer breeze
into a heart whose love is innocent!
I sit and think about my love…
perfection caught on lips
a fine full bodied, heady wine,
wondrous places with special dreams
so deep and never unkind
I sit and think about my love…
drunk at the sight of you
emotionally breathless....
speak my name and I shall fall
the most beautiful of all
a phoenix of desire into flames
I sit and think about my love…
I look upon the garden outside my window and sigh
do I dare speak of these thoughts
I have had my heart broken before
I didn't think I could love anymore
I sit and think about my love…
And I fear to pour another tear
lest I drown amongst these thorns.
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