In hope, the pounding beat of this heart pleads
Asking for a trace of your finger's touch
It falls beyond obsession's precious need
To that where dreams go to become so much

Would but these veins flow in ease of love's voice
A silence prevailing to normal calm
Logic and reasoning deliver choice
To trust the comfort of an arm in arm

Obsession remains instead my one thought
In Imaginations quarter we grow
The telling of a tale in pages caught
For those who don't shall also come to know

Rapture in innocence of vibrant scenes
Capture the perfection of silent dreams.