Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for heart
2/14
In both moments of passion and moments of reason
I wonder if I have the heart for this season
of chocolate and roses and fluttering hearts
that always end up broken.
Broken (inappropriately lyrical)
Oh, I feel bro ken.
Though I know it isn’t true,
these words unspo ken
by others and by you
make me feel bro ken.
Hey, what am I to do
to fix this bro ken bo dy
……….bro ken mind and
….bro ken heart and
bro ken life…
Oh, I feel bro ken.
What am I to do?
Open Wide
With my eyes open wide,
I adore you.
With my arms open wide,
I embrace you.
With my mouth open wide,
I kiss you.
With my heart open wide,
I love you.
Now
Now,
With no regrets,
With no holds barred,
For all the right reasons,
With love in my heart,
I ask you,
Marry me.
When I Know You
When I hear you,
I hear joy, tenderness, laughter, and light,
strength, passion, will, and might.
When I see you,
I see life, beauty, wildness, and truth,
the sun, the moon, wisdom, and youth.
When I smell you,
I smell flowers, musk, your hair, your hands,
dawn and dusk, the beach, the sands.
When I touch you,
I feel your softness, your power, your grace, your art,
the blood coursing through you, the beat of your heart.
When I taste you,
I taste earth, water, cool, and sweet,
body, blood, salt, and heat.
When I know you,
I will know everything worth knowing.
Honoring Louisa May Alcott
These tales of love, I do recall, in telling I do treason.
I open up to you these halls, the doing its own reason.
Your passion I beseech thee give, would hearth of mine heart kindle.
If not now, this spark I seek, then loves flame shall soon dwindle.
Take not that weight upon your back, for I alone shall bear it.
I offer you the light of love, accept and we shall share it.
