The Chandelier

And it hung without distain  
so catch the suns first glint  
just like your hair, as morning broke  
burnished highlights, lifts and kinks

 As it arched its branches  
in delicate displays  
the soft flesh upon your forearms  
wrapped round, as we together laid  
 
Its droplets cut like fine cheek bone  
just resting, biding for a while  
sometimes stirring as you breathe  
a breeze,  to stir from that sweet domicile  
 
Burn with the ever candle  
the night its radiance and allure  
till all flame was extinguished  
relit, between the sheets in metaphor  
 
Its presence felt by everyone, faceted  
 an orchestra, of high notes, drop pealing  
a centrepiece for all upon to gaze  
to lift the spirits with its gleaming  
 
Fine dust's mantle never hid  
the warmth of human  lumens  
refraction spreading far and wide  
no corner, immune from its consuming  
 
My all, so smitten in its halo  
leading me to always bathe  
the chandelier above you glitters  
one and only love, evermore to crave