Love's Search For Lost Loved Perchless Sway. Poem by Michael Gale

Rush in real fast so fast at heart....
Rush in real fast to master thy art.
Love is an art so hard to handle...
Love throws out all rules not out.
Love is hard to hang above my heart's own mantel...
Does this art enshrine thy heart?
Does this angle capture to heart? ...
Reverent of heart as i beseige and beg.
You'll be my heartfelt leg for which on i depend and stand...
You'll have thee heart's song that is sung deep inside
thine own self's craving yearnful band.
Thy hand in marriage is what i have searched for forever more...
To have yon hand clasped tightly in thee's.
T'will't bring to thine a heartfelt please...
Bent to knees for loyal ordered sway.
Gives blessings freshness to thee as royally stay'ed...
Roses swept so dearly to heart.
Begins this fresh new heart felt start...
Beatment of movement in wake filled days.
Swells out loving, emoted of breast spreads to thine heart a renewed
swiftness as falsely delays...
Time marches on for those in search.
To at lastly at last to become love bird's perch.