Rhymin'

My heart races at the thought of You.

My mind goes places that I never knew.

Visions of angelic faces

Meet me in most random places.

No more demons breaking down my door-

Spirit-stricken, rather, on the floor.

Adorned in armor made of gold,

I walk on by- they'll have no hold...

..."set apart"- so I'm told.

Gardens blooming in the face

of fear and doubt- they have no space.

So, I'll hold to that secret place

Where I look You in the face-

It's here my heart begins to race,

When we meet in the secret place.