Binding The Hearts

Here I stand, unable to see,
Blinded in sight, of what came to be.
Your beauty, more brilliant than angels of gold,
You came here for me,
To have and to hold.
Upon my heart,
Your music played well,
Subtile, unchanged,
Completing your spell.
Treading time, awake and aware.
Received in my heart,
Rest in it's care.
A rapture thus felt, deep in our heart,
A knowledge by love, we've yet to take part.
Time holds it's patience,
Till the pattern is weaved
Binding the hearts as we are conceived.
A rapture to live, a dream to come true,
Played for by one
And loved by just two.

Fadedspirit 2/13/2008

Nice...

Awww, thanks lizethmarina and MsTeddyBear!

Thanks shauna