I finally believe in god
I'm praying for his grace
I would die if i couldn't have you
Although I know it's cliched
I want to tell you my heart beats your name
My breath only lasts as long as I see your face
But I'm scared
A thousand other boys must have told you that
That you mean the world to them
But the world has lost its meaning
All the world is right now
Is one text saying good night
To know that you really care
One smile when I'm with you
Or your voice that overshadows music
You are my music
Touching the deepest corner of my soul
And I want to write you a song
But the words don't come out
And my voice disappears
'I love you'
Every inch of you
Every thought, every breath,
Ever sound you make
Your thought and your dreams
I'd die to know
If you feel the same
I'd be in heaven if we kissed

Silvery sound love issues
forth,
but
m'heart can't dance
any more.

A maidenly form with goodly balcony:
Chic design of an unrivalled Architect.
Finely balusters decorate her dreamy
Shape--especial from fore to aft.

As the Shulamite's apples in Solomon's
Pleasing courtyard is her love in my
Heart, exchanging thus my flagons
With her berries on the bed of sapphire,

Until dawn choruses enter the day's ear--
Heaven's chandelier beams into the bower.

Striking words that ignite
an inferno.
Flame that's never infinite.

Casting the old flame's gear
away,
garbing a new wear.

Upon her faithful frame togs
Of beauty hangs;
Rosy robe, smelling myrrh.


All the go love is unambiguous--
Nought hid; clear
Like glass, soft like foulard.

Though mine eyes do the beholding
In probing, scanning and reviewing:
Measuring quantity against quality;

And though the scales of mine eyes
Unsteady are, altering like weather,
As my sight's balances beauty rank
By the ratio of its carat to dross,
Which are counterpoising each other
Like Michael and Lucifer--the frank

And the false; yet put I the manipulation,
The entire enterprise of my intention

Upon my heart. For though these eyes
Fairness understand but are unwise
Still to fathom the depth of love
On those twain pans of duplicity.

The beckoning ***** to the heart
Must thus tilt the weight in reckoning
Affection that the lop-sided lips wooing
A gold precious of a great rate,
That bears the hallmark of a prized proof,
May win no bauble nor feigned fancy.

Remov'd, affection horn . . .
heavy flood of tears flowing--
blood emotional's gushing
out from a heart broken.

Walks without halting gait--
changing styles;
swims across Dire Strait.

On the altar of even and morn
My fairest love for thee I burn--
The incense of mine heart,
That the frankincense's flame
May consume you whole, dame.

Love not m'heart
at
a lower rate, stringing me along.

Her presence is smelling
on the
sheet of my being.