On your door would I knock
But you live in a tent
How will you know
I was heaven sent?
In your ear would I sing
But you dream of sky
Filled with birds
Who sing better than I
In your fire would I cook
Ambrosial fare
Golden lentil
Tart of pear
For your brow would I spin
An erudite rhyme
Transporting you back
To Shelley’s time
But all I do bring
Are minimal things
No songs no verse
No flowers no rings
All I can feel
All I can say
Is might our hearts
Dance close today?