Give me the chance, and I will make <br />Thy thoughts of me, like worms this day, <br />Take wings and change to butterflies <br />That in the golden light shall play; <br />Thy cold, clear heart—the quiet pool <br />That never heard Love’s nightingale— <br />Shall hear her music night and day, <br />And in no seasons shall it fail. <br /> <br />I’ll make thy happy heart my port, <br />Where all my thoughts are anchored fast; <br />Thy meditations, full of praise, <br />The flags of glory on each mast. <br />I’ll make my Soul thy shepherd soon, <br />With all thy thoughts my grateful flock; <br />And thou shalt say, each time I go— <br />How long, my Love, ere thou’lt come back?<br /><br />Anamta Ali Pasha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-inspiration/
