17 July 2002
And wisdom in the pain
She sees royal crowns in daisies
Simple truths in the plain
She sees the face on planet Mars
Hears lullabies from the stars
Believes in whatever's over the rainbow
That love can heal the scars
Ah, her poet heart thinks I'm a
Knight in shining armour
Slaying her dragons and taking her
To a castle far away
She watches Bambi and she cries
I say I love her and she flies
I touch her and she trembles
To my kiss she closes her eyes
Her worldview is tinted rose
Her opinions she holds quite close
Her look is always faraway
Her hand too fine for prose
Ah, her poet heart thinks I'm a
White-hatted gunslinger
Riding off with her into a
Flaming western sunset
She brings the song to my darkness
And jewels to my gray skies
Fire to my dying days
And the light into my eyes
She says her soul will never forget
What her heart knows today
She says she belongs to the ages
That she still belongs to me
Ah, her poet heart thinks I'm her
Dashing romantic lover
Writing sonnets by some
Dreamy English brook
And her poet heart loves me
Like I never dreamed to be loved
I hope my love ever rhymes with hers
My heart, my poet heart