Fervent Feelings
In all desires that my words beseech
Do not annoy thy heart of our affair
And curse thy thoughts when I am out of reach
In all desires that my words beseech
Quarrel not with lovers, or gifts to each
What lovers hath beauty of thy compare?
In all desires that my words beseech
Do not annoy thy heart of our affair
For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
Brightens my night and gloomy afternoon
And I shall do whatever thou shall ask
For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
With elegance a well completed task
Holds Nature's craft beyond melodic tune
For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
Brightens my night and gloomy afternoon
After thy lips commune till death do part
Thou would be Queen and mistress nevermore
Temptress of time shall not tear us apart
After thy lips commune till death do part
Bestride beside my throne precocious heart
Do with whatever that thou dost explore!
After thy lips commune till death do part
Thou would be Queen and mistress nevermore
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2007
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