Bedazzled

It may be that I get carried away on the wings of romance
It may be that I am in love with love.
It is possible that when I speak of sensual touches and veiled brushes
many past loves swirl through my mind
making a tapestry of words upon my page.
I desire to write a love poem that is like an intricate pattern
of words sewn like stitches onto the paper.
Each stitch represents an exquisite moment frozen in time.
I desire to write of love like I am knitting beautiful thoughts
of my paramour with shining strands of brilliant color...
Stringing dazzling ribbons of dreams into the verse.
I would love to bedeck these words and weave them into the fabric of my beliefs.
The words can drift down like fragrant pink rose petals
tantalizing all of the senses.
They can dance across your mind like elegant ballerinas.
They can float from the sky like a bright red balloon making
my lover smile. Maybe the wind can carry that balloon across
the floating clouds straight to my lover in his illumined dreams.
These words of love can be embroidered onto the pillows
of a lover's softened heart and etched with words of rapture.
They hopefully reach my lover's ears with tinkling sounds of chimes that sing his name.
I desire to dance into his heart once again and it remain the final dance in his vision.
I desire my memories of love and passion to reach another's heart and give them hope
that they will find Love written within the pages of their own destiny.