For oft I think of thee and ponder,
Those words that hath been chosen for thee,
Fall so short of your splendour,
If I could only be the dust that touches thy feet,
I would be thine part in a manner so discreet,
Thine face that shines a radiant bright,
Makes my heart flutter as upon thee I set my sight,
Those luscious lips, they speak ever so silently whereupon sits thy smile,
Makes me want to be part of thy haven for erewhile,
Thine eyes so pretty, always lost in a distant dream,
O! how they look lovely even when thou art mean,
Thy body so slender, soft like cream,
Hiding within a heart so clean,
Such that its purity defies white,
Thine soul shines luminous through day and night,
Let me be thine answer when love it is thou seek,
Love hast the power to make the mightiest meek,
For no longer can I my destiny delude,
Thou art my saviour, my joy's prelude!
© kronosaphrodite
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