Hearts Havoc

The world moves beneath,
wings floating me back.
Thoughts turn to you,
mind wandering from it's track.

What hold have you,
that your glance appears within my mind?
The sparkle of your eyes lights my passions,
turning me blind.

Womanly wiles aplenty,
strewn about in heaps,
my heart's havoc in their wake,
a space reserved for you,

I often wonder,
if this effect is on purpose,
or without knowledge,
of the turmoil that you make.

Gentleness blunts the sharper edge,
never turned to me.
You always asked me why,
but the truth is easy to see.

© Dave Lawson, 2000

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