Dear Lady, <br />loquacious in your speech, <br />meridians of desire have drawn me from the deep, <br />on soul maps of white and gold that cross and intertwine <br />this final journey to your heart completely fills my mind. <br />I hear the ocean's cadenced voice gently sound your name <br />in the beauty of the whispered hush softly falls the rain. <br />Though continents divide my grief or words be misapplied <br />the zenith of north western lights completely thrill my eyes. <br />Should I chart the longitude or latitude of love <br />across the widening gulf of time in you my thoughts revolve. <br />Can the language of my verse or the conquest of your tongue <br />guide me toward your foreign world where all points converge as one?<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guide-me-toward-your-foreign-world-love-letters-to-a-lady-of-renown/
