My Heart And Soul

Written by: Broken Wings

~ There is a painting at the art gallery I have a strong affection for It is a man that calls me from the past In the year 1670 lived this nobleman Long dark hair falls to his shoulders A strong face with fathomless eyes Eyes full a passion and desire He does not smile, yet I adore him I want to reach out to him He seems to see me, beckon to me Come to me he whispers Aristocratic is his demeanor, dignified O, but could I step within the frame Be in his world, in his time We would hold hands in silence For he would know without question My heart and soul are his forever ~ Written by Constance La France November 11, 2012