Crafting Heart And Soul Poem by Robbie O'Ryan

From that deep and swirling wellspring of my soul
My mind pumps the handle and draws forth
The liquid, wet emotions from the deepest me
Drawing them upwards into written pitcher
Pouring them out over her beautiful marble shell
Watching them cascade across impenetrable surface
Do any seep through... do any tiny drops penetrate
And fall wet onto the heart of my beloved?

Fingers loving craft the frayed fabric of my heart
Spinning emotions and thoughts into letters
Quilting a kaleidoscopic blanket of warm words
Covering her softly in fleece to fend off the cold
Watching as she shivers still, alone in the chill
How can I melt through the clear, icy walls
To the hot, passionate heart buried beneath?

With metal hammer and anvil of mind, I toil
Sweating before furnace of love, painstakingly
Shaping expressions of deepest, undying passion
Into love's arrows most poignant and pointed
Feelings fletched onto loyalty's true shaft
Fired straight from eye's bow and lip's string
Does it fly true, unerring to its mark
And pierce the shield she holds over her heart?

How do I break through to the soul I see
Hiding in the shadows behind her emerald eyes?
How do I reach that which she so defends
A heart scarred and scared, buried so deep?
How do I melt that fortress of ice and stone
To the beauty and warmth I so longingly seek?
I craft deepest self into my efforts, unrelenting
In hope that someday I get it just right...