Nothing means everything ,and everything means nothing ,to the heart.

When thou sings of words
      Ye heart shall dance
But when thou sings of thee sword
          Thou heart will bleed of thou lance

Written by E.M. Rushton
June 2019

Hold me tight
Like a rose wrapped in a bud
In the summer light
Tender as bubbles in sud

Dance with me
Like the grass Sways
Touching so free
Like a butterflies plays

Tell me things
That set me on fire
And my senses sings
As my body perspires