To Kate Poem by Matthew Holloway

Keep these words a secret
Acquire privacy of the heart
That such passion to creation
Elevates the soul to higher planes
Make good of the heart's desire
I await and anticipate your call
Love beckons an answer to the soul
Love beckons a price to be paid
So as such I m willing to pay it


I dream of such worlds
Lost in the imagination
Of all or what may be one day
Vases mad of painted clay
Enrapture this love I feel
You may not reciprocate
Or understand such thought
Unless you become free