Yours is a flower,
Colors abridged in majesty.
Beauty unparalleled in time,
My guiding beacon, my lovers’ fantasy.
I await a top this mound,
Where you said to meet.
The fire ablaze on three sides,
Cautious I approach, reserved to retreat.
My autumn night,
The very breath of deliverance.
Speak a word and let your power overtake me,
Permit me a look and teach me of reverence.
I fall into your beauty,
Hearts like a thousand horses.
A race to the horizon of a sundered sky,
Powerful yearning within, only reinforces.
Your person is with you,
To rise from beneath the storm’s fury.
To seize the malevolent bygone,
And cast it to an abyss unwary.
Will you sing a song over me?
To feel the breath of your soul deeply.
Unwavering compassion stowed up within,
Lips moved across to mine so steeply.
I watched you sleep on that stone.
A smile that stretched across to mine.
Yet you were unshaken, steadfast, and passionate.
Our hearts collided and forever intertwined.
We talked the night through,
Your smile engaged me in a trance.
Two souls uniting and becoming one.
Two souls powerless to the whims of romance.