Natural Love Speaking Without Tongues

 
My Queen my Goddess, I am in wonder of you. I am at  your sacred altar, my heart  kneels in worship to you.

You are the splendor of my universe, I place no heaven above you. You're the waters of paradise.

May I drink from your fountains, my soul has thirst for you.
Since it has journey the realms of the past and present.

To be quenched by your love, to be resurrected by your touch. To worship at your temple. To smell the divinity of your perfume.

My Queen I have caught you, I am the sacred ground beneath you. I will assure you that your landing will be soft.

You are the whisper that my ears capture in the night. And it speaks to me in a language that no tongue can speak. It has a voice only my heart can hear.

Your lips shall have no need to part, for me to hear you. Your love is a universal sea. My heart is the fish that willingly swims into your net.

My Queen my soul aches from wanting to be at your side. I am in love with you so deeply and I can't explain it in words.

Perhaps if you gaze upon  the darkness of night and the moon and the stars.
The sun and it's risings, and the beauty of it's settings.

Set your observations upon the rain in it's clouds.
Capture the rainbows, and the flowing of rivers.

  And the rippling of streams, the beach with its sands. The waving of the oceans the coolness and it breeze.

Perhaps then you will know my love for you.

Is not the air in devotion to uphold the wings of birds to fly, does not the sky give them space to soar?

Do not the trees give them a home to return to, when their flight has ended?
My Queen even the light will be lonely, without shadows.

Winter will forget it's name without the cold.
Spring will have no purpose without flowers.

Hearts will have no rhythm, without it's beatings, and love will have no music to dance too.

Nor will the clocks, past time without minutes.   If day and night, stop making love upon the bed of dawn.

The grass will not have felt  the moisture of morning dew. This is the sweat of their consummation.

My Queen my lips has not parted. Yet listen with your heart,  tell me what do you hear me saying to you?