Ode To Passion
My worst arguments are with my own mind,
To pave the way for my best words for you;
Words of enchantment give themselves up,
To that your beauty creates, to you.
Indelible prints of ardour, upon my mind,
A burst of fragrant rhapsody,
A quilt of colours, paving the way,
For passion fed thoughts to prevail,
Like the afterglow of a glorious sunset,
Segueing to your form shining through
Crimson strands, to inky skies.
Rises, from the amatory depths of the indigo night,
A dew kissed tender dawn, a luminescent waltz.
Gathered starlight in your eyes,
In deep winters snow…