Literature
My Heart
My heart stops at her sighting,
This being of beauty and grace.
Inside, she is pure as pearl,
Outside, covered in thick lace.
My heart jumps at her smile,
Between those cheeks so rosy.
She watches me with precious stones,
I cannot get too nosy.
My heart sings at her voice,
Akin to that of the ancient siren.
She has me under a spell,
I can only listen in silen’.
My heart melts at her tears,
She weeps in her sorrow.
Today may not be special,
But I assure her, it will be tomorrow.
My heart slows at her departure,
But it’s not at all a pain.
It will be for but a while,
Until we meet again.