Mesmerize – Heather Mirassou

Your voice, like a river rippling,

waves of goose bumps,

awaken my inner spirit, fill me with delight.

Your gaze, magnetic, blue, moonlight bright,

clear as the evening night,

gently captures my inner light.

Your heart, speaks softly, soulfully,

whispering faithfully, sometimes silently,

but never in spite.

Your touch, captivating, tranquil, slight,

caressing me slowly,

surrounding me with all of your might.

Your smile, brilliant, bright,

tantalizing like a steamy, summer night,

summoning me gently to be your wife.

Heather Mirassou

Robert Frost – A Prayer in Spring

Image by Tinkerpoet via Flickr

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.