a poem of profound yearning; a call from a lover towards his love..
Hear my words fine young maiden for you captivated my soul
Make a refuge on my heart, on my mind, take it all
Hear my words fine young maiden, to only you I call
Make a slave out of my heart, Heed my desperate call
For I have fought with the tempest with my tempest within
I smiled with the sun that radiates in between
I have seen the light and the drizzle as they fight
Neither has won thus a rainbow in sight
Peculiar indeed, caring and sweet
Thoughtful and jolly, a trait you should keep
Hear my words fine young maiden, for I can only whisper
Hear my words fine young maiden, despite the gap of my endeavor
For now I can only offer my words, my song, my call
But I am oh so willing therefore I took the fall
Bed of rocks or bed of roses, either fate might befall
Yet I am willing, Heed my love, my call.
CoffeeMug (author) on October 18, 2019:
thank you so much
Lorna Lamon on October 18, 2019:
A beautiful romantic poem filled with love and yearning.