My Heart

From first sight as pleasure quickened
I questioned the art of silent games.
In wonder once you touched my heart
and later still that touch remains.

Awe describes that presence longed for,
Fear the path with the subtle frame.
And the edge of desires too near the heart,
Frighten and comfort all the same.

If words can best passions describe
For the moment give arrogance reign;
Listen as though two souls could speak
is it yours that calls my name?



L. Kelly Waters
9-92

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kwaters@USCUpstate.edu