My beautiful souled baby
Your lips part
And yield such words
Filled with a heavy passion
That touch even the stoniest of hearts
And close the throat with tears
A dangerous spark,
A lit dynamite
I dread to speak to you,
Dread the rush of the waters
I fear will drown me,
Your criticizing stare long since devoid of the luster of love
As you gaze on, oblivious
Of such things
You inspire
My baby
With your heart so raw
Would that I could hold you
To my bosom
And upon thine darling head
Plant many a kisses
A thousand in number
Would that
I could wipe away those tears
Comfort you
Console you
And let you know that you are loved
