Heart Thinking
Staring at the fire,
Lusting for your voice.
Speak a word and let the sound permeate.
Let tho ever so tempest to be near you.
To smell that magnificent smell that to which you call your breath!
'Tis as sweet as any rose ever was.
For in this life we choose not, but the most exquisite of them all.
We yearn for the best.
We detest the less...
Though, which of these is of the better?
For if tho chooses the best,
They may be taking the worst.
Think of the attention thy beauty will take.
The temptation for lecherous be take...
But, of tho chooses the less,
Tis may be the smartest of the bet.
For in this world, we cannot look with our eyes,
The devil is always in disguise.
No, no, we must look with our hearts,
Because even the most foul,
can be the greatest to you.
Lusting for your voice.
Speak a word and let the sound permeate.
Let tho ever so tempest to be near you.
To smell that magnificent smell that to which you call your breath!
'Tis as sweet as any rose ever was.
For in this life we choose not, but the most exquisite of them all.
We yearn for the best.
We detest the less...
Though, which of these is of the better?
For if tho chooses the best,
They may be taking the worst.
Think of the attention thy beauty will take.
The temptation for lecherous be take...
But, of tho chooses the less,
Tis may be the smartest of the bet.
For in this world, we cannot look with our eyes,
The devil is always in disguise.
No, no, we must look with our hearts,
Because even the most foul,
can be the greatest to you.