I want to write a love poem
and lay words covered in wistful lavender
want lilacs from dewy mornings floating in scented air
and the rarest orchids laid in clear Chrystal at a dainty feet
in a swirling soft breeze a harpist shall thrill the melodies of Venus
and I will hold your hand and plant tender kisses crafted by dimelo
yet on days such and times like now in evenings vesper whisper low
I reached within and to constellation amiss find that my heart is gone
In my kindest chest its not to be found nor in my head does it reside
In cool moonlight sat I waiting for a falling star to show me where
by brooks and ringing springs I strolled perchance I see it there
at eve-song I wander near sepulchers to see if the pasts knows
in azure fleecy sky lit with radiant rays I looked to no avail
in fading dusk I have to own I no-longer have a heart
I want to write a love poem and live dreams of two
to share lifting smiles and a walk down the lane
waltz in a dizzy haze like windmills in fields
and bring the purest silks from far Cathay
present the sweetest ambrosia wines
with the finest dates from Sahara
these and more to grace you
alas I cannot find my heart
have searched all around
up and down and over
even in stormy nights
even in winters cold
even in the dead
of lucid night
I have lost
my heart
no more
a heart
gone