You are the composer
The conductor of my heart...

My Lady is a siren who conceals herself within her...
Her sweet ears deaf to the words of my love...

She was the Sun that I orbit,
The heart of my universe...

Quietly I breathe your name deep into my essence
Over my lips it lightly dances...

My life blood seeps from me
As wounded by love my emotional sores lie...

Sharing an umbrella on a rainy day
My secret love and me...

Never trust the gusting wind,
ignore the blustering,gusting wind...

Memories loiter akin to abandoned railway tracks,
going nowhere, two tone, rust and moss...

( In the UK 'Rhubarb' not only being a fruit, is...
Gaggling cackling...

Unaware,it is we all face our own Gethsemane,
each and every day...

For a brief moment the universe opened
A monochrome world burst into colour...

S urfacing through an ocean of tears I
capitulate with passive...