Dark Muse
02-14-2010, 04:22 PM
Give Me Only Your Words
There are those impressed
with jewels of gold which shine
within the external light
but beneath they are cold
and in the darkness become dull,
in time even those most costly
can start to erode.
Some may desire fresh smelling
flowers, and they are pretty in their colors
at least for a while, but not long lasting
and soon will start to wither and die
and beneath their exterior or
perfumes and painted petals,
what to the heart do they offer?
Perhaps an evening out among
high society, and candle dinning
might be pleasing to a few,
and while it may be nice, to set together
over savoury entrees and expensive wines,
what is left after the moment passes
an impression in the memory perhaps
which may become dim.
These pleasures are all short lived
and pleasing only to external senses
and they come not freely from the heart,
but expenditures of material wealth
to prove ones feelings.
But for me, I cherish words,
your words which spring from the soul
and will shine bright as the moon when darkness falls,
words which live inside of me,
which cannot fade, will not die,
but become part of my pulse,
a single sentence
a brief, but everlasting phrase
will move me beyond all trinkets.
will appease not my eye, nor my taste,
but sing evermore within my heart.
Your gift is your love,
given not in ceremonial objects
but in knowing the one thing to say
which I will carry with me throughout
our days.
There are those impressed
with jewels of gold which shine
within the external light
but beneath they are cold
and in the darkness become dull,
in time even those most costly
can start to erode.
Some may desire fresh smelling
flowers, and they are pretty in their colors
at least for a while, but not long lasting
and soon will start to wither and die
and beneath their exterior or
perfumes and painted petals,
what to the heart do they offer?
Perhaps an evening out among
high society, and candle dinning
might be pleasing to a few,
and while it may be nice, to set together
over savoury entrees and expensive wines,
what is left after the moment passes
an impression in the memory perhaps
which may become dim.
These pleasures are all short lived
and pleasing only to external senses
and they come not freely from the heart,
but expenditures of material wealth
to prove ones feelings.
But for me, I cherish words,
your words which spring from the soul
and will shine bright as the moon when darkness falls,
words which live inside of me,
which cannot fade, will not die,
but become part of my pulse,
a single sentence
a brief, but everlasting phrase
will move me beyond all trinkets.
will appease not my eye, nor my taste,
but sing evermore within my heart.
Your gift is your love,
given not in ceremonial objects
but in knowing the one thing to say
which I will carry with me throughout
our days.