Ballad (11)

Mage weaves a web to his dreams bind
To muse, and her desire.
He does not count his cost, to find
One that will heart inspire.

Image of eyes invites his heart
To fall under her spell:
Her lips his passions feed, and start
To draw desire from shell.

She fills mage with longing, and frees
His soul from past despair:
Could he not love what vision sees,
Or pretend not to care?

He seeks a path to her, to win
The chance to her soul touch.
To not pursue muse would be sin,
To give self not too much.

Muse remains heart's desire: A rose
More perfect than one grown
In garden of his dreams, that shows
More of love than he's known.

Can he hope that she wants his love,
Concern, and constant thought?
In dream, mage has risen above
His fears, and desires wrought.

                                    15 July 2003