I will come to you,
bearing no idea of gifts, nor pleasure or even
All of my bitterness of the baggage
first from a past that haunts,
I hold it til it blurs my eye.
This is not mine to give,
My darling Thea,
your eyes are my happiness.
your smile banishes everything in sight.
your touch to sense what I cannot.
your love makes me,
for I am weak upon the cradle of your bosom.
for I can be yours of now and the moment
where you lead my emotions into
a potential in wealth and abundance.