By Dragoon
Can it be true
how my love shines for youan feeling seen too long unknown
entreats your eyes so deep, so blue
Your words strike softly upon my breast
ripping my mail, impairing my rest
an infatuation?
maybe
perhaps...
for my heart fears
the love in which it entraps
Your touch is a privelage I dare not refuse
alive to know trust
but not to abuse
the passion which sings sweet
flying dulcetly fused
vibrantly potent
like composed by a muse