Your words stir me
Like no others;
A breath of springtime
At the door
After the dry hearth
Of winter
Has frozen all
My bloodless fires.
Your gentle words
So soft, so low
A single syllable
Thaws the lock
As potent as any
Seed ever born;
My gentle harbinger
Of desire.
I'd pursue you
Through deathless winters;
Give you this old heart
So withered and torn
My hope is tireless
With you before me:
Something beautiful's
Being born.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-words-stir-me/
