Faye To My Fear

My heart for you overflows into a waterfall of turbulence As lady Victoria falls a thousand feet of jubilance The spark lingers on long after you disappear My eyes learning to see only when you reappear Inamorata, you are my guilty pleasure, my only leisure I indulge in you quietly like an aloof voyageur Engrossed in the subtle rhythm of the drum Beating in the gentle choreography of your bum In your waltz I have found the tempo to my life Your poise gives purpose to my daily strife I wish to make you the statue of my liberty And walk flame in hand through eternity