When I remember how my life has been spent
Half my days, in this world dark and wide,
And the time you looked at me only to hide,
A semi-star crossed gaze , made my soul more bent
It caused a flat in my thoughts, past and present
My true account more than a twirling carnival ride;
The heartseeds are planted. “Shall they be light denied?"
“Does my heart need a stamp to be sent?”
Your Audry Hepburn Eyes, soon reply, "I do not need
A man's work or his own gifts; he is best
To use his hands to use his heart. Your state
Need not be kingly. Show me it's us you need
And rub your lamp and hope for magic;
Then maybe a genie will grant your wish if you stand and wait."
My heart stops. I'm glad you were my medic.