I Love You Because
Like the wind that has spontaneous
direction,
and the sun that burns with a constant
flame,
and the water that has a soothing reflection,
for a devotion my heart does proclaim.
Violins play a diapason on strings of my soul,
buried deep is the longing desire,
a unity that is quite resolute and whole,
with a ravenous appetite on fire.
No other humors my bountiful wit,
whether or not it strikes ample fancy,
maybe they just do not want to admit,
true affection is magnetic and chancy.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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