Saturday, April 19, 2008

Did I make a wish on the wind that found you
To say my love you must come for me hear
That I may sweep my arms around you
For now you have become to me so very dear

How did you know that fact for your own
That I would be lonely without you by me near
It's not just poetry it is you my Heart
Of that point I am very clear

I tried a past pick-up of poesy
It did nothing for my heart to wish near
I chose the voice of the real realm
Because I could not find the one my heart wish to hear

Which is the sweetest and softest of you
So I chose my eyes to be blind
And then you healed my blindness to
By showing eyes that could only be mine

And do you love me with all of my Heart
For my Heart is who I'm now speaking to
For then your my treasure of lost finds
On this journey that I'm walking through