heart 2, 3, 4

primped in pink, this beating heart has bended all out for you. knowing the way i did it so. cramped in the corner of your liking i dedicated high time to flying through your thoughts and back to shine for you in your sky, to land to sail to dive back from where your ocean waved toward me. at a distance i could still see the merry idea that our shadows cast far better than you and i, up and down that turquoise plan. i would think, how i do shine when i am in his heart and his in mine. i spun a silken web for me to tangle you in sheer pleasing sighs and grins. and wept the day you struggled free. from where my hand held your palm and floated there like a bell chime weaving my web, spinning my soft knot neatly coming untied.