10-27-2010, 03:57 AM
Vivacious muse of feeling
and thought, draw close
I long to hear
how I shall of mere
words, sum meaning
to elicit his smile
to warm his morning.
Neither glitter nor guile,
nor sweet artifice
will suffice. But a clear
vial of captive prose
with the sweet knowing:
he is to me dear.
and thought, draw close
I long to hear
how I shall of mere
words, sum meaning
to elicit his smile
to warm his morning.
Neither glitter nor guile,
nor sweet artifice
will suffice. But a clear
vial of captive prose
with the sweet knowing:
he is to me dear.