Wisps of Loves Inking

Secret corners of the heart entwines my muse’s imagination, so divine. Those first wisps of love’s inkling, gets Trixie and me both to thinking. So many ideas, prancing around my heart, stirring up a fire inside me. Emotions too numerous to name, recognizing themselves as they must be. Maybe there is some romance left in our ability to write a love song. Opening tastes of forever’s craving seems more right than wrong. My heart is ever held by that one still dear, lost in Viet Nam’s War. When in heaven we meet, my muse and I will both undoubtedly soar.