Old Poem

Here's a poem from early on in our relationship when I was trying to find my emotional self again.

Let me sit with scrolls of memories
Locked up tight for fear I might find
The scars hidden of past injuries
Perfectly scripted in pages of my mind
I've hidden you my beautiful thorn
That your piercing thought may not malign
Nor contest this blessed love that is born
Of such tender pains and joys of mine
For this love is too great to risk to me
So your sacrifice seemed so small to compare
But now my love demands to see
That sacrificed thorn laid bare
You were my heart, my deepest song
The basso continuo of my desires
The sweet theme playing all along
Whose vibrance lit a thousand fires
Whose gamine gallavants bore me away
Whose romance unparalleled beat
With such a tide that would o'er me sway
That I often could not steady my feet
But from such a height I fell
By a hardened soul's silent disdain
With my deepest heart rejected as well
The lovespring turned to winter rain
So I would hide my heart and me alone inside
With many a smile to barricade the door
Till I forgot where it was I would hide
And I could find my heart no more
That heart, that beating, which madness brought
Which sorrow and bitterness gave
I could no longer bear to burden my thoughts
Nor for its sentimentality slave
So flesh and mind alone I became
Bereft of emotion's uncontrollable beauty
A shell of a man with but a hint of flame
Resigned to do no more than duty
Resigned to be a tin man till death
With no heart to be found
With only the memories of loving breaths
And a loving heartbeat's sound
But now my princess has come for me
Her knight in tarnished armor to save
From this tower of solitude and misery
Where my heart lies near its grave
Please oh God give me the way
The path to where my heart lies
I want to cry just to feel today
I want more than two unfeeling eyes
I want passion to overwhelm
To resurrect that romantic theme
For my heart to again take the helm
And steer this ship to a less stormy dream
To speak with more than pitiful words
But with all I am to express
This love that from my lips I have heard
In touches and looks of tenderness
That my most precious and faithful friend
Might know the depth of what I feel
These desires to all in emotion be spent
That she may know that this love is real