To paint your thoughts as innocent phrases
To write your wit and charm into a look
To scream your name in a silent whisper
To burn your face into memory’s book
To ensorcell this wanton libertine
To steal my breath with a casual glance
To sculpt your touch in gesture and in words
To ignite fire in a drink and old-fashioned romance
To sing with the voice of a thousand stars colliding
To wonder at the coincidences that lead to culmination
To inspire the words that stop the crying
To invade my dreams and conquer with illumination
To tilt at the windmills that make our life sad but sweet
To blindly grope for a soul that makes your life complete