Beginnings of Love

Wandering the world With hands of ice And a heart of blackened charcoal I roam through my life Wading in endless monotony Loud, rough voices and tones Echo in my ears And pound in my mind and my heart I listen to them Despite all of the pain and agony I saw no light In my dark cold Walking about like a bumbling foal Not for so long Not so long as I did not have you When I first saw That golden glow My blackened heart began to fall apart So bright, so pure For the first time, something new My hands were warmed I followed that glow Feeling a bright fire spark in my soul A blaze so warm Never so dazzling to me was a flame Then to speak To find that warm light A voice so soft, to touch a gentle art Supple and smooth I such wonder I was, I had only me to blame Now willfully caught Within a spell A heart to be stolen with no toll Now warm and calm I shall wait to lay in his arms; to feel his love for my own.