of love

[tasha]

where doth thy heart lie, oh be it with mine
let passion and wanting and love intertwine
for if thou sayest these words to be true
i pledge this innocent heart unto you
my veins are burnt by this searing fire
my heart so lit up like a funeral pyre
but death oh not, is this wandering flame
that i may see your fragile face again
how can ones eyes appear so deep
the Truth and myst’ry of love they must keep
and since when was skin so ever fine
that i wish it would melt its way into mine
and lips, oh lips, so pink and forbade
i crave the taste of your kisses, sweet babe
oh that ever you read my most thoughts
and saw the way my emotions fought
and that i had such power to see into you
that i may knowest your feelings true
but i ask in all truth, in love, in desire
in passion, in pain, where doth thy heart lie.