As I gaze deep into the heart of your soul,
for therein lie the riches of the hold you have on mine.
Vast golden treasures of love and tenderness,
compassionate understanding as you see into the depths
and through the loneliness of my own hearts misinterpretation.
If beauty is of its beholder, then so I am found.
Thus won’t you cast the magic within your lips upon me
may that this spell be ever as broken
then so I shall always be
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008