Courtship Lovers
Once again
Two hands to lock
Fingers in
Enchantment of soulmate muse
Ill be thy artistry poet to
Where no bad news
Can pull on through
Just us not them
No worldly attire
Wood stoked
To brink ourn fires
Concerto's of new bands age
Old spirits perfumed
To oldened grace
Spanish queen
Clean mine face
I'll wash thy feet
I'll wash thine feet!!!!
Stanzas to blow us
Far off course
No repentance for hurt
No hurt to be thus
From whence we were
We shalt always be
Spanish aisle
Of kings and queens
Uniting and invitingly
Forgot the time
Doth thou haveth it dear
Mine light
Mine soul
Mine chandelier
Dry those cheeks
I taste thy tears
As tears of mine
Floweth with thine
Kiss me
Let me know
It will all be OK
I never left
I shan't go away
For thou art mine muse
Where heaven lays
Thou art mine and I am thy!!!