I Am But A Warm Feeling, Deep Within Her Heart. Poem by Michael Gale

I am but a warm feeling, deep within her heart...
A flame ignited by memories, adhered from the very start.

She wrote me once, and wrote me twice...
She held my heart, as like a vice.

Our feelings sped forth, like a shooting, flying star...
Let us see, how love, our being so, will fare, thee far away.

She kept me held prisoner, of her beautied shallow, ways....
She'll love me all, in honesty- Until my dying days.

I wandered through life's maze, of love felt meriads...
I love her so, i love her dear, that's just the end of-periods.

I give her thanks, i give my heart, to one who knows me fine...
Tomorrows, of the days ago, I hope she'll always, be just mine.

The notes are etched, upon my brain, of how she'll want to be...
I love her for the morn, as sweet, and tenderly.

She makes to me, my hand held love, all felt and wholsome be...
She holds the lock, unopened, thus, only she has the magic key.