She Gently Holds My Heart
by Brian Watt
she gently holds my heart as none have done
her smell, her glance, her touch, her soft caress
she knows so well how to delight my soul
a smile, a laugh does bring a joy to me
yet does she truly know how much I care
so deep and broad my love for her endures
a thousand thousand years will come and go
before another love the same could be
but these such words cannot describe my thoughts
nor written paper feel all things I hold
why must I struggle always to express
the feelings I do hold for her inside
for as I try in vain to put them down
the pen but draws pale shadows of the truth