thine
Thine eyes to mine are paradise,
Thy words, a symphony-
With lips so fine, a glorious wine...
'Tis you I long to breathe.
Tranquility, you beckon thee
'Soft whispers from afar,
Oh precious one, I long to be
Forever wherest thou are.
Dear Heav'n- have you sent the sun
To live wrapt in mine arms?
For if it not of angels be,
Please tell me wherest thou are.
Of summer's rain and gentle dew,
You've quenched me to the bone...
Hide not your own from mine heart's reach,
Lest I'm to Love alone.
Minstrel
*Poem "thine" by Minstrel © 2008, All Rights Reserved*