Feeling of Love

The thought that hardens thoughts perhaps a feeling from inward wrought men losing heart to think when she pass no desire to blink is it that she is fair the entraping darkness of her hair describes my soul in ways the emptiness and infinate haze could she ease this feeling if only by her heart revealing or by her fair smile that can draw out my pain a while Can I hold your body tightly held will make a melody as harpists play I weap hoping love into your essence seeps and from liquor stained tears your heart will know well my deepest fear being here without you love or lust to you I shall be true and with my eyes teary my whole body poisoned and dreary but when your in my arms I love you loving my heart, my charm