If you could see inside my heart,
there you'd find that missing part.
The clues I give are not that big,
for when I speak a grave I dig.
How do you describe a heavenly dove,
with all its earthly being?
Like how I feel could be called love,
but is a greater feeling.
2
Do you see me
As I see you?
Beneath your heart
Do you long for me too?
Any moment
Of any day,
Would you stick by my side?
Or throw our love away?
Will you remember me
As I'll remember you?
Will you promise me
That our love will be true?
3
When stillness steals across the night
and our music fills the air with thoughts of you,
my soul will turn in the lenghtening shadows
to look for the message you have written on my heart.
When twilight phantoms cover every curve,
and darkness approaches on silent feet,
my heart will seek the radiance of your touch
that brings the soaring flight of passion's wings.
Let us roam beyond the stars to touch the night
and as we move to desire's beat; our souls entwined.
I will give you the bounty of my loving embrace
molded to the sultry singing of your passions song.
4
If I were a telescope
I'd eagerly delve into your mystic galaxy.
Hmmm? I wonder...
What constellation would be of greatest interest to me?
Would it be the twinkle of the stars dancing in your eyes
As the little dipper slips me a sip of your Heavenly brew?
I hungrily lick my lips,
Yearning for the bounty of my fill of you.
Perhaps I'd gravitate towards the Soul-ar source
Nature's Mentholatum seeping through my pores.
Penetrating emotional boundaries
Soothing atonement for malicious tendencies
In life's vast waywardness
Finally free.
If I were a telescope
I would bathe in the silky delights of your Milky Way
Causing ripples in the waves of cosmology
That extends beyond all that is perceived with the naked eye.
Instinctively, I reach up to catch shooting star kisses
cast from the sky.
As clouds play charade with my intellect,
Ripe tears of joy reflect
The distant orbs of light serenading me.
I laugh as you tickle my nose instinctually
Melting away snowflake mountains of fear
In the spiritual awakening of a new morn.
Inhibitions subside...
Finally free.
If I were a telescope...
I would dwell forever in the enchantment of your infinity.
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