Cleft open by the very notion of your presence.
My heart is yours to do with what you must,
I trust you will satisfy your own heart...
Fame, shame or bust.
A most dangerous game, only myself to blame.
The beating of your bold heart's touch unfolds the cold rolled steel of my old soul.
Alas, grant me access and I will build a kingdom to house it.
The grasp of “At last” lapses and alas,
I’m cleft open by the very notion of your indifference.

Given the chance, I would advance all the love I have left in life.
My Love was once lost in rifely strife seeking a wife and the trappings of suburbanite life.
Fear not appeared knots fraught by my heart,
its was taught not caught so the pieces wouldn't fall apart.

Hesitate not! Be.
Plan not in fear. Be free.
Pity not those whose planned purpose perpetually perishes the thought of dreams.
I dream for you, of you, dream you may dream too.
I long for each moment that sees you gain strength.
It brings me strength.
When your eyes rise and size up my heart, may it bring you strength.
Don't protect your heart only to burn in
your own held back truths.
Fear not to question, correct, influence or encourage.
Hesitate not to say what needs to be.

My heart may be yours, but your heart is still your own....
yet to be given freely for reasons only to you are known.
Give me your heart and it shall inspire all my dreams.
Your eyes flutter away.
You do not stay.
My swayed heart left alone.

Cleft open by the consequences of your senseless indifference.
Steel replaces feel, soul rolls up again.
My dreams stay seamed together until fairer weather come.
My dreams are to build a kingdom, thy will be done.

By R. Craig David-Copyright 2010