Misc. Writings

does it make your breast tremble and quake with fear or is your heart empty when the word love graces thy lips do you feel not a thing to hear one speak such platitudes to you? 

speak they to you of fair words and sweet things.  honeyed upon thy lips soft and gentle as a cooling breeze upon your ear  and yet you stay cold and moveless as stone for them 

not a quicken beat of your heart or a sharp breath take you? none of these things placate your mind or soften your touch for them? what be your heart? your mind? your soul? if such things have no affect upon you? 

pray tell me true, fair youth, i beg thee speak upon these thoughts  tell me what might move your heart to one that praises your very essence and tell me true! i will foster no falsehoods from your lips this day