Guide Me Toward Your Foreign World, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
meridians of desire have drawn me from the deep,
on soul maps of white and gold that cross and intertwine
this final journey to your heart completely fills my mind.
I hear the ocean's cadenced voice gently sound your name
in the beauty of the whispered hush softly falls the rain.
Though continents divide my grief or words be misapplied
the zenith of north western lights completely thrill my eyes.
Should I chart the longitude or latitude of love
across the widening gulf of time in you my thoughts revolve.
Can the language of my verse or the conquest of your tongue
guide me toward your foreign world where all points converge as one?