LYRIC FOR SALE

By Richard M Moss MD

Did I see you at the café,
Not a picture but a painting.
How are you not in film?
This moment needs stating.

Passion is not a fire,
But a marriage of hearts.
It is also a tempest,
And the dawn of lips joined.

The rain of your laughter,
Fell upon my head.
I welcomed the flower,
of your yearning.

Your smile alters the fabric of time,
I witness your miracle.
You paint with a colorful brush,
Did I make you blush?

Passion is not a fire,
But a marriage of hearts.
It is also a tempest,
And the dawn of lips joined.

The rubble of the past,
No longer matters.
We are born anew,
Let us close those chapters.

Splendid is your laughter,
Who can grasp the mystery of love?
The earth proclaims your eyes,
I will hold you as a dove.

Passion is not a fire,
But a marriage of hearts.
It is also a tempest,
And the dawn of lips joined.

Your smile is a kiss,
Faith announced a new song.
What legends began?
The nature of love is not wrong.
The morning summoned you.

I conceal the heat of desire,
A faith has been born.
Grace is the new religion,
To your beauty I am sworn.
Heaven decrees your grace,
My former life, I don’t mourn.
You transcend time and space.

Passion is not a fire,
But a marriage of hearts.
It is also a tempest,
And the dawn of lips joined.