Here forever her spirit's glow that trines the vestiges of grace and burns throughout her largess soul in the munificence of space. Equating her aquiline form, full exhortations of her sphere above the mist and earthly storm from her pearl light's refracting tears; beneath the shroud of her wan face through the mystery of her orb, her sweeping hemline's timeless cape, the female essence I adore.
Earnestly love pines to the highest grace with lessons from the faiths then to compare, dimly shines the light on its hopeless face when darkness sows the seeds of its despair. Should heart meet soul must not their worlds combine or suffer in exclusion both alone; if passion strikes the spark inflaming mind is this not how the greatest love is born?
I am in love with your words and eloquent womanly style; I am in love with your looks and delicately hidden smile, I am in love with mystique and the stanzas that refuse to expose every part of you to the scrutiny of my view.
Embalming hearts with fledgling love then raped in boggy moors, sailing tender ships of hope that line the ocean's floor. The fervor of religious feast and the pompadour's of faith, the twisted logic that ensues when one is full of hate. Passing of the chalice rounds as each one takes a sip; gods that show no mercy, in their palms the bloodied whip.
Contenting Love Once Copiously Poured, "Love Letters to a Lady of Renown"
Within the tendrils of your soft embrace may I not be too weak in words to find a worthy phrase to celebrate this place nor waver unsteadily as I climb for in each thread that my design must choose if but one unravels, the whole to lose.
Engaged by the novelties of your will I rest between the pages soon to turn engendering each moment as I till unearthing fragments of a broken urn contenting love once copiously poured though destroyed now twice, may the third restore?
How when I will reach you; I will climb tall to you mountains, I will flow swift to you fountains, I will fly high to you breeze strong, I will sing notes to you wind song, I will walk with you share air, I will breathe to you scent hair, I will look gently to you fair form, I will beg to see you eyes turn, I will touch to you sweet face, I will bow to you proud grace, I will turn you to gaze round, I in you to be found.
All that came have come before me beacons lighting from the past, streams run swiftly down the mountain rocks worn smoother as they pass. Forests overgrown in wonder; trees pressed up against the sky, flowers teaching ways of beauty to the sunís all seeing eye.
All I am and I becoming carried like the seeds of spring growing in the breath of summer covered by the falling leaves. Then in stillness I departing chilled by the cold winterís breeze, all that came have come before me water lilies on the...