Love envelops my languid soul I lounge in its warm embrace A content poet is a dry inkwell Yet the ink is congealed with satisfaction I refuse to allow joy to slow my quill Too many poets quest for love through language Many drown in the bliss of El Dorado Lost forever, bathing in golden love I will drink golden cups of passion Play in priceless fieds of frienship But I will pause to respect it's fragility And to be a beacon for those lost in windless seas For I once wore the albatross around my neck My thirst is now quenched in golden oceans I wish to be a gentle wind in the sails of the castaways For love envelops my languid soul And so it can and must for all
I just want to say that the love I receive from you, my friends on HP is a large part of my El Dorado.