Heart To Sing Poem by Christopher Woodstone

The morning breeze
Shivers my soul to squeeze
Its a winter spring
And I long for her heart to sing
In that soft soothing melody
Innocently telling me
That we were always meant to be
With each moment of her sweet delicate sound
I finally feel found
And I feel no regret or neither remorse
Cause this feeling is part of the undying force
That moves in me
Tenderly
Rendering me
To sedation
I'm tranquilized
By the gaze in her wandering eyes
And its such a revelation
And I feel so proud
that my girl sing so soft and yet so loud.