A Mix of Passions
If while listening to heartbeats,
I could recognize a pace,
a steady beat of love,
oh, to know the passion of time.
I would channel my desire,
to hold true that pattern of
every manner of a cooing dove,
give Grace to this my kind.
If wants more easily defined,
would we have an everlasting
key for that eternal bliss we see,
when falling further forward.
If when seeking sweet remedy,
could a person so tenderly,
allow only time to fade the sky,
the world upon might carry on.
If when she then glanced my way,
would it be that for every day,
might my love be her muse mystique,
carry on sensuality in magic’s way.
Oh forever have the challenges defend
the loss, the failure of this spoken way,
love is a fallen sea of treasure,
we might always seek a measure.
If for now I could see in her eyes,
might I then forever be so wise.