The touch of her hand
Nestled in mine
Wrestles my heart
From its moors
Soon set adrift
On her waters
I'm stranded
By beauty's allure
My heart unfurls
In an instant
As waves of emotion
I ride
I untie the anchor
Setting sail
On the quick rising tide

Dally Not

A cruel mistress
Seeking attention
Yet unwilling to remain
Or barging in
Unwilling to leave
Disguised as truth
Dressed in familiar garb
Concealed carrying 
Weapons of vast destruction
Counterfeit currency
Offered as treasure
Hope comes
Wedded to Truth
Reality beyond the feelings
Never forsakes
Never deceives
Never fails
The Truth of God
Not the dalliance 
Of emotion