The heart beats like a thousand drums
When in the face of inquiry to another
A yearning soul heard over melodious hums
Taking the chains of fear, he rips them asunder
She ignites the eyes with burning fire
From the beauty of her passionate heart;
His core transfixed with Godly desire,
For God’s creation she is, can it be a start?
Her eyes, calm with living power
Hair like silk made alive in current
Skin, toned and smooth as a flower
Her soul casting love like a torrent.
He speaks of whom he now does face
Her gaze upon him, living and free
One inquiry he leaves her to trace
Will she go to prom with me?