By Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs
Increase my pulse with your graceful look
And I will not speak, or let on just a bit.
You are the grand prize that I cannot win
Thus to venture near, is a loss that I won’t begin.
Pierce my heart with your icy blue eyes.
I will not shout, nor even think to cry.
Numb to the pain of losing what I don’t own,
My soul is now made rock and ground.
Don’t pity me in my new existence.
I opened my eyes and saw your presence.
You owe no debt for common politeness.
It’s my imagination that made the rest;
That, and your icy blue eyes.