Be my funny valantine
Play saxophone in my head
Wrap your notes round me
Like coffins round the dead
I’ll dress you in garments
of methaphor and poetic word
Making you’re cheeks blush
With feelings that are stirred
although our lips will never kiss
Except on paper page
Their loving thoughts will still
stir you from you’re lonely cage.
And you will fly to meet me
Lay me on your canvas bed
And sketch me like a David
Naked, muscled, curly head
And every stroke you scratch
Every line you smudge with care
My eyes will look upon you’re
And follow it everywhere.
Sometimes you feel my shadows
Sometimes you paint my mood
Sometimes you sketch with feelings
Deeper than I understood.
My words are there to sooth you
Balm you in their care
And even when you are alone
Their voice will whisper and share
That I too have these lonely thoughts
But my love with you I share and use
And climb inside the loving bed
Of my darling poetic muse
Here our love it tumbles out
In thoughts that you compose in me
As I put them down on paper
and set your spirit free
And there they ripple in the lake
Their circles spread, swim to shore
I hope you’ll never leave me Muse
mo Grá géal, mo chroi, mo stór.
mo Grá géal, mo chroi, mo stór.Irish gaelic for bright love moonbeam, of my heart, my darling.