Violinic Degrees of Dusk

O, how I adore to no end the violin solos
of Scheherazade!
So Beautiful and delicate and exquisite
the higher the pitch the deeper my love
Can there be anything sung sweeter to a
human soul?
  
O, my Love, You are like the sun who
warms me when I wake and causes me to
miss You at the first degree of dusk!
Forever, much more than 1,001 nights
the force of my comet plunges into You
and all Your shining heat and You take
me in, all of me and adding my magnetics
to Your own, briefly we become one, we
become a Coronal Mass Ejection of pure
  
Our magnetism and our intimate love now
shines through out, and during the dusk of
astronomical heading into the dark we
now can be felt and seen for eons and
beyond
  
You now have me, enveloped me and there
is nowhere in the Universe
I'd rather be...
I love You and the warmth You bring.