Faye To My Fear
My heart for you overflows into a waterfall of turbulence
As lady Victoria falls a thousand feet of jubilance
The spark lingers on long after you disappear
My eyes learning to see only when you reappear
Inamorata, you are my guilty pleasure, my only leisure
I indulge in you quietly like an aloof voyageur
Engrossed in the subtle rhythm of the drum
Beating in the gentle choreography of your bum
In your waltz I have found the tempo to my life
Your poise gives purpose to my daily strife
I wish to make you the statue of my liberty
And walk flame in hand through eternity
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