So Much In Love

My heart whispers
Thy name in its full bloom
As it burns and yearns for thy glimpse
Ay, tis not love, then what must it be?

Shadows of my nights
Wait upon river banks in silence
For thy starry eyes for there is no light but thee
Ay, tis not love, then what must it be?

I long to be seen
Mirrored in verdant green of thy eyes
For my soul hast not known such beauty before
Ay, tis not love, then what must it be?

I await for thy perilous seas
To devour my boat
For I sail out on my heart wanting to be submerged
Ay, tis not love, then what must it be?

Forlorn is my valley
Until thy full moon blossoms upon my hills
And seize my barren landscapes with silvery bliss
Ay, tis not love, then what must it be?

Pour into my soul
Thy spirit of love and carry me unto heaven
For I seek eternity in worship of thee
Ay, tis not love, then what must it be?

Ah the chastity of my heart,
Travels far beyond the wisdom of my mind
That it shall not beat but beat only for thee
Ay, tis not love, then what must it be?

Such is the sate of my existence
that life itself is a false pretence without thy love
so I wait in anticipation for the sound of thy footsteps
Ay, tis love and I, so much in love

10.11.05