When my love beckons like some vulture upon my heart,
I look to her with eyes burning aflame fiery and lashing out with an unquenchable thirst,
though she might hunger upon my heart utterly in a paradox of youth,
Lost and looking somewhere among the world’s false subtleties,
Yet trembling with pleasure indulging in the novelties of life's design,
beating now fiercely yet softly beneath my *******,
I search for the words to place in perfection upon my tongue,
for what the mind knows nothing of the heart does fervently express,
But what for, Why and Whilst not I put forth my best?
And wherefore say not I the intentions have already been expressed?
for does love have not any air when placed upon such things as lust,
but only time can prove the latter when put forth in good Trust,
Therefore Let not your tongue speak for what your heart has already heard,
for the heart speaks not the mind and the latter not of what came first,
But through your eyes you cannot flattered be,
until you have viewed my intentions from your place inside of me.
Silly questions people may ask when the mind inquires of what it knows not,
for even in old age the heart remembers what the mind may have forgot,
Star crossed lovers searching for something precious in the world's divide,
brought together by the heavens standing side by side....

~J.P.K. 4-2-2013