Sing to me–
WIth gentle breaths
The song I know so well.
To this melody my heart races;
Like the wings of the hummingbird
Beating ever faster to keep pace with your song.
Oh how your crescendo leaves me breathless!
Words can scarcely describe
As I await the triumphant end.
You– the seasoned maestro hold the wand;
Each wave a note closer to the finale.
How masterful you are in your genius,
While I…awestruck,
Am captivated by love.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I ask for nothing yet you give me all I need
Could this be what the sages meant when they spoke of love
Perhaps like the roses thorny prick doth bleed
Nary tainting the snow white of the purest dove
.
Were I ever to beg my darling, of you my pardon
I doubt you not that forgiveness would be mine
Assured that your heart would not surely harden
This–I take to my heart as a sign
.
The gift you offer out of nothing but passion
I hold close, clutching it tightly to my still heaving breast
Through these long centuries it has never left fashion
On my knees before God to you my love I confessed
.
All this–I pray that I have not taken for granted
For your love I cherish that may ne’er be supplanted
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 