Swinging Back Home.

As a compass so is my mind, which finds Any excuse to swing back to dreaming Of you. At oddest of times you, behind My eyes, appear inside my head. I mean To be good and relegate you to nightime, But whenever I see beauty which pleases, I see you instead. I find myself fighting To keep your dear face hidden away. Breeze Blows through my hair, and I feel fingers there Teasing curls from my brow. How like a needle Swinging to home is my heart. Frequent care Taken, but you fill my soul, with reason. For you pleasure me with your love. Swinging Back solely to thoughts of you, I come home, And despite intent, my heart starts singing. Encompassed by you, east, south and west, With you in north too I love that the best.