The gentle breezes, <br />that blow warm in you hair, <br />is of the whispering winds of the words, <br />of my passion, <br />exhausted though my very breath, <br />gentle pleas, cries of love, <br />illusion of your beauty that gentle sways. <br /> <br />I flee to a fairyland of love, <br />softly spoken, and tenderly held, <br />close to me from a world away, <br />with no delay my dreams are sent <br />How, must I, contain-the-passion! <br />a storm is brewing under the firefly flickers, <br />in the twilight, star sparkle like pearls, <br />oh, lonely orb, shine, shine! for me <br />my heart is a cyclone, that dances <br />in the pail light. <br /> <br />I'm man, I'm beast, <br />No cold steel fence can hold me; <br />but near to you I am weak, <br />I'm only bound by warm gentle arms! <br />and the thoughts are growing of a warm kiss. <br />And from there I wish to never be set free, <br />from the arms of my-Angel! <br /> <br />Love...<br /><br />Randy Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-her-heaven-sent/
