The desire of the heart

by Keith D Allison

My lady, if it be true
That flow of my quell
Has touched your breath
Then I am humbled

Truly, I but wish
That I would be so elegant
A spinner of words
The weaver of sweet deceptions

That I might spread a gossamer cloth before you
Too takes your breath away
But alas, it can’t be true
For I only returned your lyric to you

For hang here in a cloud of dream
Longing for your word wrapped in a sweet scents
That I might bathed in the depth of your glow
To feel the warmth of your essence around me


Posted on 06/24/2006
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/24/06 at 06:23 PM

Desire aptly communicated Keith! Good to read you again.

Posted by Christel Crews on 06/24/06 at 07:21 PM

such a beautiful piece for a very lucky lady :) you have declared your heart with such sweet serenity :)

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/28/06 at 01:46 AM

I love the near sonnet feel of this. Enjoyable read, Keith. Thanks.

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