That Certain Something... by Eve Worth
He has that something 
no other actor can emulate.
Some magical hauteur
which opens the view
from his elegant mind 
into the common woman's yerning.
Into her most private imaginings.
In to her child like heart.
 
 
Our dear boy
ever waiting
in our imaginations
ever there for us
in our dreams
may you be ever
beautiful
ever ready to speak to us
in dulcet English tones
softly in the night
of our desire
in the memory
of our searching
fingertips.
 
Eve  
 
 
 
 
When he watches her 
with his liquid brown eyes,
his heavy lashes hiding
the fire inside - my heart leaps
to respond as only she
would respond to him.
He is our arsenal
He is our dream
He is our Darcy
as we weave our way
through our thoroughly ordinary
days, he carries us
to a better place.  He adores us
in our dreams and revives
our heady days 
of love
of hope
of wonderment.  For as long
as there is a Darcy
we will love him...and Colin
is the the only Darcy
who will live 
in our filagreed imaginations
for today
for always
for ever.
Eve
 
 
In Colin Firth we do abound
We hear him in our every sound
We see his face awake and dream
Of him upon us it would seem
He has the charm we often lack
And yet we each have quite a knack
Imagining him everywhere
Now he is here
Now he is there
But in the end, it's the wet shirt
The liquid eyes full quite with hurt
And longing for his Lizzie dear
That echos in our ears, we hear
His voice which lulls us all to sleep
And leaves us in a sodden heap
And so, dear boy, enjoy your cake
While we together, for your sake
Say Happy Day!  And love you more
For all the films you have in store.
We wait with baited breath for you
It's Colin Colin all day through!
 
Eve Worth 
 
 
 My Muse by wtswoon
My muse calls to me 
In my dreams
Dreams of love
And abandonment
Of other lifetimes
And new adventures
Like a siren
Calling me from the cliffs
I want to answer
But fear prevents me 
Fear of wanting 
Fear of needing
A new me
A new us
Fear of the unknown
Fears of loss of identity
Of losing myself in desire
And longing. 
 
Saw it!!! Still strumming my guitar but to
Wilde Thing, You Frothy Wilde Thing,
You make my heart sing,
You make everything groovy.
 
Wilde Thing,
I thought I'd love you,
But now I know for sure.
C'mon hold me tight!
You move me!
 
Wilde Thing, 
Or is it Earnest?
It's hot in here
Is it the furnace?
Oh curse this!
It's just a Wilde Thing!
swoon
 
 
 
Ghost by wtswoon
 
Out!
Get out of my soul!
You are entertwined with every fiber.
Oh, most divine torment!
The melancholy 
Of an aching soul.
Beautiful tender ghost!
Your haunting smiles
Through the mists
Through the fog 
And the rain
Streaming down
My window pane
I catch a glimpse
Of your frame
Then you are gone
Out of reach
I feel your penetrating eyes
Like a laser
Unto the recesses of my being.
It keeps me tuned at your frequency.
Dead on the frequency.
It’s eerie
Some say intensity soon
Burns itself out
Instead 
It awakens every fiber 
And says Hello!
Ones I’d forgot were still there
Now alive.
They shout hello! We’re Back.
We’re here!
So joyfully
I’m alive
So how can I let you go?
You are already a part of me.
 

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