As a compass so is my mind, which finds
Any excuse to swing back to dreaming
Of you. At oddest of times you, behind
My eyes, appear inside my head. I mean
To be good and relegate you to nightime,
But whenever I see beauty which pleases,
I see you instead. I find myself fighting
To keep your dear face hidden away. Breeze
Blows through my hair, and I feel fingers there
Teasing curls from my brow. How like a needle
Swinging to home is my heart. Frequent care
Taken, but you fill my soul, with reason.
For you pleasure me with your love. Swinging
Back solely to thoughts of you, I come home,
And despite intent, my heart starts singing.
Encompassed by you, east, south and west,
With you in north too I love that the best.
This write is heartfelt and touching, thank you for sharing another wonderful piece with us. Scott
In every navigational direction love sees in the air...10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another one from fay, fay you are great!