Another short friggin love poem........

Wordless thought and emotions take control,
as the river of my mind flows deep and lush,
tyet the mouth of the river remains shut
and my eyes blank and reflecting death.

None shall know think nor what I mean,
Save the curious wanderers who see I write,
Some stare, others laugh- let them I don't care!
For they are the shallow and don't understand.

The valleys echo sweet madrigals into the hills,
when the rosebud first sees the world,
The wretched lark hears the dear bluebird sing,
and view the jewel of minstrelsy blosom in spring.