Melted Silver

I have sat here

For what will have seemed

To be but one thousand years

Trying to phrase how I feel

But my tongue of silver

Melts to be recast later

When I try to utter a word

I think it's the way your hair falls

And the bony structure of your hands

So thin yet sturdy

As much as the intelligence gleaming

Behind the reflection in your eyes

And the witty sense of humour

Rolling like the waves from your mouth

But you turn my head to melted silver

Where I keep the words to describe you best

You melt my heart to a state of security

Where to you I will rest the worries of my head

And you recast my very being

Making me far greater than before

For it is in fact you

That I have fallen for