Your love inspires my gilded words
My metaphors and silken poems,
The beating heart beneath your breast
Is the bubbling spring that nourishes
My many rivers of glistening art,
You are the source - the place it starts.
To hear your voice after an absence
Of chilling silence, plagued with tears,
Is like unto the first fresh gulp of water
To parched man\'s throat, in many years.
I want to spend forever entwined,
Counting endless colours in your eyes;
Catching silver hairs with my fingertips
Like the precious threads of memory
And the sighs escaping from your lips.
I\'ll kiss both your frown and laughter lines,
Though your beauty renders me tongue-tied
I\'ll murmur into your cheek-bone hollow,
How I would give you my every tomorrow,
And insert a word of love in every kiss
My darling muse, you\'ll find no end
To my enduring soul-strung bliss.