What forces charge this pen of mine?
to set rare thoughts upon the line.
Warm feelings lost or bound in tight,
set on a shelf and out of sight.
What drives this need of mine to share,
to bare my soul with laissez faire
Could it be, for once, no fear,
Its love's faint echo that I hear.
My eager heart and cautious mind,
Engage in fights for dreams refined,
A constant battle, thru day and night
But alas, for me, no truce in sight.
Small pleasures, won with joyful might,
by parting's sting, are put to flight.
How can one's heart restore its flame?
On merely the whisper of your name.
A sweet surrender lies on me now,
when your tender kisses caress my brow.
Your honeyed voice, its gentle plea,
your softest touch reserved for me.
My search for awe, at last renewed,
having found in you, an unlikely muse.
A friend, a lover, my ever near
Who's soul and spirit, I hold so dear.
My pen, once grounded, soars in flight.
to boast of feelings brought to light
Your eyes, a blue-gray vibrant hue,
a smile, that makes all skies feel blue,
Your poise and grace, seem heaven blessed,
have stoked a fire within my chest.
My eyes can't hide my heart's true plea,
As our bodies entwine with such chemistry.
When love transforms what lust once made,
to a thing so pure, no man would trade.
The cloak that hid my heart's true beat,
is thrown aside, my soul complete.
What moved my pen, what made it leap?
True affection from my 'someone to keep',
Its you, my dear, I say in my softest tone,
you're the greatest love, I've ever known.
