To each his art,

I want them to understand,The love I have for you.The Holding of the Hands,Love smoldering in advance,The giving, between two,The silent ‘I love you’,That lovers understand,United by that touch,Of hands, that say so much.

Communicating, ecstasy,A New found World,Remarkably,That went beyondAll fantasy.They loved each other,Thru their words,Most happinessThey’d ever heardTheir hands extendedBy the wind,Would touch, invisiblyThe Souls, within.A Love so pure,That never sinned,A Love so deepThat only HeavenWould be fit to keep.

Made of feelings,That do dare,Even, the purityOf white SwanChallenge and flair,Everywhere.

To tarnish them with mud and hate,Or use them as a crutch.

Does synthesize,All dreams inside,And All that life is worth.

Strings of Heart,Just come apart,The Happiness it brings!