Anthony Hopkins - The Movie Star Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

Oh my love, how thy doeth make my heart to flutter so.
Thine smile doeth warm my very soul.
When I speak thine name,
it tis though my mouth doeth fill with the succulent taste of fine honey.
Ye have but to ask, and I would be thine willing slave.
Take me, caress me,
hold me within thine strong, but gentle embrace.
To me ye are no mere mortal,
ye are the true, Adonis, among men.
Oh how ye fill my mind with foolish, school girl dreams.
At the sound of thine voice, I doeth drop` to my very knees.
Thine eyes are so beautiful, that when I look into them,
I am utterly lost from all reality.
Come to me my love, and we shall be,
Ginger Rogers, and Fred Astair,
dancing the night away in the heavens,
as the angels doeth sing of thine beauty, and grace.
Oh, but alas I know all too well that this is just a mere fantasy.
Nay, it could never be.
But the heart it tis a foolish thing,
it believes in things that the mind could never comprehend.
Deceive me not my love,
but bring forth my elusive dreams I beg of thee.
Damn be those who take not the path which the heart desires,
Never to love, nor be loved.
Ye are truly a knight in shining armor, Sir Philip Anthony Hopkins.
Come unto me, and I shall give thee all that thine heart doeth desire.
Press thine dew kissed lips upon mine,
and light a fire within me that can never burn out,
and we shall be one forever.