Be My Bride. Curly lockets of finely spun hair, Eyes expressive of the soul. Please forgive the way I stare, For now I know I have reached my goal. Your delicate face those rosebud lips, Have brought my wanderings to an end. As I caress your face my fingers won't slip, As my hearts love I to you send. Take me sweet maid, for I am yours, I will be but clay in your hands, Mould me, as you will I am sure. Make me into your perfect man, Let our hearts beat true in rhythmic time. A precious wonderful love will be ours, Our actions will be in perfect mime. As I lead you into my rose filled bower, The first sweet kisses of our love. Will put blushes to many a flower, You my first heaven sent dove. I your true loving radiant boy, Our wildly beating hearts will be of joy. Tranquillity will be our guide, As I shyly ask you to be my bride. © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/