Passions fire implores me
As doth the hyacinth of pastoral views
The melancoly of his voice
doth bequeath joy to my soul
What mysteries....life doth guard from me
I shall manifest with thee
I am perplexed with thine very being
I implore thee...a gentle touch of mine cheek
Wilst thou woe me once more
with thine intoxicating smile
Or doth my interpretations beguile me
Oft I dream of thy chamber
ye have ensconced from me
ye hath not granted thy invatation
I doth lisp at thine door amid the darkness
Sensations journey through mine limbs
Thee doth provoke ecstacies essence
Virtues I doth bequeath thee freely
Summon mine heart to thee and it be yours
Copyright 2006 Marcie Caudell
