Heartspeak

My heart and I speak every day We walk and talk alone I ask it for new poetry New rhymes that are homegrown It gives me little snippets That then become fullblown Thoughts, reflections, hopes and dreams Of you in me are sewn I do admit I worry What if the well runs dry? But once I get into the zone The verses start to fly So effortless to write of There's a breadth and depth to you To cause the troubadour in me To come up with something new Daily, sometimes two or three I've had some days like that Where they just seem to write themselves Cohesive in format Bouquets that bloom in morning From a nursery of new seed They germinate so quickly All fertilized by my need To tell you what you mean to me I want for you to know How much I think the world of you And how you make me glow