The Lady of My Heart

Though my heart is weak and frail, and that you have gone with another, do not think my love for you is dead. As a picture of your infamous beauty shines bright; I cannot forget how you made me feel- alive is the word. Those one time warm embraces, those slow dances on marble floors, oh yes alive is the word to use in such an ideal fashion in the latest mode. For some odd reason(call it not obsession) my love, but you see me alone on a stage (I notice your every move- I hear the beating of your heart) as it skips in the sight of me, yet you go away my lady (spare not one passing glance.) You are the Lady of my Heart- but never around you are, till this poem dedicated to your name and body, your kiss, you are my muse, and I cannot bear to see you go! Stay my Love- and hold me, for I fear life without you. My heart shall cease without you, please do not let me be without you! -oh, please, For you are the Lady of my Heart, (please... be kind...-) .3.3.2014.