"My heart melts for him."Why is this how we describe being in love.My melting heart;A symbol of love, not sorrow or pain."My heart melts for him."Where does my heart go, once it's melted?Into my gut where the butterflies are found?Into my toes where the tingles begin?Where does my heart go?"My heart melts for him."Such an odd phrase we use to describe love,But I know what it means,I know what it feels like, for...My heart melts for him!
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,Alluring me, and tempting so--
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!