This Heart, This Stilled, Heart. Poem by Michael Gale

I cannot escape your beautiful looks...
Your unequalled beauty, is another one, for the books.

I cannot escape your unequalled smarts...
Of many men, you have broken, their aching,
hearts.

But what of all, is what i cannot, understand...
Of all the catches, in the ocean, you chose my
heart, and hand?

Your heart, your heart, be that, as, I may...
May I continue to, consequently-have and play.

Will you not, become, my loving agent? ...
For all eternity's, decorative, encasement?

All your beauty, is kept to myself...
Put away as a treasure, upon the highest, hidden shelf.

For of yourself, I wish not to, ever share....
Of who does know, I do not care.

Of your unchallenged beauty, do not, I share...
For ever, in time, by me, to stare.

Heart of hearts and lasting love....
You've given me, from one above.

My land, on Earth, be oddly, swayed....
In this heart, that you've graced, and stayed.