My Love, unknown
Your skin glows like the strawberry blossoms, flowing as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a fox at the whisper of your name, unknown.
The evening ascends in on a great raven wing.
I am calmed by the feeling of you that I carry into the twilight of moonbeams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope and the curiousity of rapture.
I inhale the scent of your skin, it reminds me of a gate I once passed through.
In the hushedness, I listen for the last rustling of the spring.
My heated chest leaps and bounds.
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret , until we may climb as one, the glorious green and spiritual steps of love.
Copyright © L.Ruby Meyer