Poet Of My Heart Poem by Helen Crutchett

Poet of my heart
Whose poetry is penned
By flickering candlelight
With ancient quill dipped
In Scarlet ink of passion sighs.

Poet of my Soul
Inspiration of my muse
Let not the distance between us
Extend to our outer realms of existence

I long for my astral playmate
Two Innocents traversing
Our evolving suns
In parallel universes.

I would scan the vastness and
Travel eons to discover
A love painted with the
Brush of eternity.