One Lovely Word is All I Ask
One
lovely word or look is all I ask.
This meek and feeble heart would swiftly run,
Appointed guard to any loathsome task,
If only there was something to be won.
Your laugh quenches the thirst of arid ear,
And your face shines beacon to clouded eyes;
Your bouquet makes the sharp starvation clear,
And your taste silences the hungry cries.
If I am to achieve my guarded goal,
I simply, dearly need to feel your touch.
Your hand in mine will not condemn your soul--
By sense, I see I do not ask for much.
Why don’t you wish to set our spirits free,
When, likewise, all you think about is me?
This meek and feeble heart would swiftly run,
Appointed guard to any loathsome task,
If only there was something to be won.
Your laugh quenches the thirst of arid ear,
And your face shines beacon to clouded eyes;
Your bouquet makes the sharp starvation clear,
And your taste silences the hungry cries.
If I am to achieve my guarded goal,
I simply, dearly need to feel your touch.
Your hand in mine will not condemn your soul--
By sense, I see I do not ask for much.
Why don’t you wish to set our spirits free,
When, likewise, all you think about is me?
SPECIAL NOTE: The above selection is an original work by the author, Jason Loeffler, and he retains all rights to its content. Publication requests can be made on the Jason's contact page.
