Love's Pursuit

Eternally you tease my senses then astound my soul Baroque, the language that tells the story of my search Come my love, sit upon the veranda of my world Safe in the shade of the umbrella of my desires As I tell you the story of secret lovers Whose fingertips almost touched Souls almost connected Of stolen encounters Their raging battle with the storm of fate Yet, created nothing more than a mere ripple in the ocean of love That pales in the light of this romantic pursuit From past life to present I will eternally chase you