Ballad (31)

What would you have me do, sweet muse,
To earn even one kiss?
Just thought of smile can dreams confuse,
And your eyes give heart bliss.

Shall I tell you of my desires,
Or some of dreams relate?
Might I send words that hope inspires.
To tell of longed-for fate?

All I require is smile, to lend
The passion to my lines.
Thoughts of your eyes my sorrows mend,
Of lips future refines.

You are my heart's desire, sweet rose,
The light to guide my soul.
Though season turns, and hints of snow,
Heart remains warm, and whole.

What can I give to show the hold
The image of you wields?
Mere words are poor reflections, cold,
Of dreams that my hope yields.

I long to hold you, though I know
I need not touch to care.
Heart remains your, and my dreams show
Reasons I would souls share.

                                          11 Oct. 2003