Thou Art Thee Poem by Maveriqué Richard

Beside the shores of the bare sea
Have I laid before thine birth;
With numb hands that had known not which
I have cried my heart for thee.

For when thine beauty had sparkled on;
Goose bumps have I grown at once
It brightness had all my emotions lit,
And had let cold waves race down my feet.

Now, the nudge to talk - I'd got;
Melodies whispered, but words gone parched
But thou art thee to whom I was made;
To you, I know my lowly heart belongs.

Isn't it for thou, that I was given;
A heart, that thou mayest teach me how
For though I own - I use them not,
If there be not thee, I shall never know them.

And thence, my heart this day doth glee;
For lo! , you were my ethereal dream
Thou had been the future it knew,
The very same why it knew not none.

Please, my love behold my hands;
Hold not loose, and let not go
Cling to them with grip so harsh
And build with me a haven on earth.