My Heart A Minion To Your Heart Poem by Marvel Godwyn

The atmosphere was idyll,
To my lonely heart just like a pill.
Your gentle caress turned me on,
As you cuddled me underneath that
Shimmering moon.

Entombed i was in a pleasure,
Beyond the value of any pearl or treasure,
That made my heart with joy to overflow,
And my without with radiance to glow.

Folks now no more wonder,
Why to your bosom i always run for shelter,
From the wreckage of loneliness in a dire haste,
For that rare warmth of yours to taste.

Everyday to you my heart yearns to go,
Even when my fabric says no,
Now i see my heart as a minion,
That had sworn, forever to your heart to pinion.