I want to hear the songs you hear
As if the music was the same
I want to feel each time you fear
As if the fear had called my name
I want to be inside your eyes
To see the darkness when they close
And when your breath is only sighs
To be the warmth that comes and goes
Patron saint of peaceful passion,
graceful colors of gifted flight,
take her prayers of bliss and fashion
wings to journey through dreams tonight.
One hand is strong; one hand is weak
One holds a pen; one wipes a tear
Unwritten words, no voice to speak
The strength of love still lingers near
Tags: love, Poem, Poetry, Tetrameter
