It must be told
Her voice a harp of gold...
Crawls up my spine
I must make her mine
I fear to carry through
What my love could do
Her voice sings
On golden strings
Touching me ever so deep
Lulling me into sleep
Beauty tatooed in my mind
She has long signed
Her name upon my heart
It tears me apart
Fear of tainting perfection
Were I to steal her reflection
Those sapphire eyes
Where my carcass lies
Could turn black
The will I lack
The lust I hold
For that harp of gold
© Jerry Langdon 2015
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