Heart, in My Hand
Again, I use a lot of metaphor. It is about waiting to fall in love and not quite being sure how the other person feels. I'd appreciate critique and areas for improvement.
Step in to my life
And I shall sing you my prose.
Read every thought,
And I'll compare love to a rose.
You are welcome - of course -
To my eternal rhyme;
And my forgotten ink
Is yours for all time.
I'll write you the ocean,
If that's what you crave,
For I wish you to keep;
Yours is the hand I long to save.
These arms are open
If you would wish to adore.
Now my hands
Struggle so for more metaphor.
So, now I speak clear
And I will you to hear
That I bid you all the above
If you bid me all your love.
And I shall sing you my prose.
Read every thought,
And I'll compare love to a rose.
You are welcome - of course -
To my eternal rhyme;
And my forgotten ink
Is yours for all time.
I'll write you the ocean,
If that's what you crave,
For I wish you to keep;
Yours is the hand I long to save.
These arms are open
If you would wish to adore.
Now my hands
Struggle so for more metaphor.
So, now I speak clear
And I will you to hear
That I bid you all the above
If you bid me all your love.
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