Whisper Your Heart Shall I come to you in periwinkle dreams cast in golden slumbers of pre-dawn haze? If I adorn my heart for you, a banquet on mahogany escritoire where I write of precious memories, would your ear hear of my love? Shall I come to you in golden chariots of midday -- blazing a song of passion and praise? If my heart became a mantel of sturdy oak, would you spread your laurels upon it -- anchoring it there in precious metals of pride? Shall I come to you in azure orbits of night where passion dreams find eager hearts burning in fire-cast red? If my heart became a silken sheet, slippery-soft and beckoning, would you wrap yourself in its hope and glory in the rapture? I have waited for you in darkness of love and cast spells with heart-warm wishes, but they are not enough. I search the highest plateaus for the keys to you. Tell me in secret whispers, I will not betray, and I will open heaven for us. Whisper your heart to me, and I will place it beside my pillow and breathe upon it soft caresses. I will guard it with passion and fire, fanning the flame, until I find the key -- for my love is unceasing. My spirit hopes in eternity, and dies a little each day. Renew me with your life-song! Awaken to a beacon shining brightly, in awe of you.