How Would I

First I thought love was just
grief and torment but with him
I saw love to be much fonder
and sweet. Love was always so
tough to complicate her language
she spoke indeed fast
my ears was not as wise
so used to the speaking of woe
Yet when I finally pause my
ears sought for happiness again
I finally understood how
passionate I was to that language
Sweet soft warm gentle language
of love warm and inviting
with him I could laugh just
looking into eyes made of thin satin
I could breathe one moments
through his lips when we kissed.
I could say a few words
and laugh just in his eyes
He was so musical with those eyes
Though so very picky with what
but it isn't about what but who
who could make my soul faint
to swear that he is so handsome
who could make me believe
and trust in his love and care
who could kiss me always with
the tough so delicately worn
he so wear of gloves so calm
Oh to dream would be me pretending
he wasn't in my life to act as
him for him to leave or for me
to leave him only I would be
watching the many feathers
fall of my heart and how
would I, how could I
ever see the horizon
that sleeps upon the sky
and would I ever have a chance
to see and roam with
birds of sparrows.