Though my words are ample,
It's true . When ever they are spoken
In relation to you. You have the warmth
Of a volcano that lays dormant.
Need I explore what lies beneath,
Or just know what it contains.
I have no degrees that match
The charm that exudes, when you are near.
O let the furnace of your love
Burn within my waiting heart.
I am the slave of your impluses,
Lay them here before me.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron