Oh my love, how thy doeth make my heart to flutter so. <br />Thine smile doeth warm my very soul. <br />When I speak thine name, <br />it tis though my mouth doeth fill with the succulent taste of fine honey. <br />Ye have but to ask, and I would be thine willing slave. <br />Take me, caress me, <br />hold me within thine strong, but gentle embrace. <br />To me ye are no mere mortal, <br />ye are the true, Adonis, among men. <br />Oh how ye fill my mind with foolish, school girl dreams. <br />At the sound of thine voice, I doeth drop` to my very knees. <br />Thine eyes are so beautiful, that when I look into them, <br />I am utterly lost from all reality. <br />Come to me my love, and we shall be, <br />Ginger Rogers, and Fred Astair, <br />dancing the night away in the heavens, <br />as the angels doeth sing of thine beauty, and grace. <br />Oh, but alas I know all too well that this is just a mere fantasy. <br />Nay, it could never be. <br />But the heart it tis a foolish thing, <br />it believes in things that the mind could never comprehend. <br />Deceive me not my love, <br />but bring forth my elusive dreams I beg of thee. <br />Damn be those who take not the path which the heart desires, <br />Never to love, nor be loved. <br />Ye are truly a knight in shining armor, Sir Philip Anthony Hopkins. <br />Come unto me, and I shall give thee all that thine heart doeth desire. <br />Press thine dew kissed lips upon mine, <br />and light a fire within me that can never burn out, <br />and we shall be one forever.<br /><br />Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anthony-hopkins-the-movie-star/
