My Love

My Love, Rachel Your skin glows like the flower, blossoms fascinating as the rose in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your melodic voice and leaps like a rabbit at the whisper of your name, Rachel. The evening ascends in on a great sparrow wing. I am calmed by your coat that I carry into the twilight of lovebeams and hold next to my heart. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of regret. As my finger falls from my scarf, it reminds me of your warmth. In the hushed, I listen for the last sound of the spring. My heated gaze leaps to my skies. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret song so that we may love as one, gaze to gaze, in search of the glorious bright and spiritual threshold of love.