Love, Or a Feckless Facsimile of It

My love for you, is like a tender blossom awakening to the kiss of the sun. My love is a moth venturing into the dark of the night My love for you, is like a virgin bride awaiting the tentative call of her groom. My love is a sticky web spun swiftly by a black widow My love for you, is like a little brook trickling along its merry way. My love, a cotton-mouth twirling seductively in the mating jig Your love for me is drowning in the fumes of pure desire A single folly only i will ever dare to remember Mine is like the burning flame atop Mount Olympia Dying, like the glowing embers of sinful Gomorrah My love for you is rekindled by the supple lips borne hither on the breath of your Zephyr My love has sailed like a lost vessel in unchartered waters My passion like a phoenix will rise from the ashes your disdain the anchor on its glory It is a fallen tree, the crimson core of my fading essence. Didi... xoxo