Pursue Love

Pursue love, the love that has no meaning, the silver ports of the moon, shine so bright, that it blinds you in the twilight she is beautiful and she is divine she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses, like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly throughout the garden of beauty. As the roses lay along a table, as she sits at the table and she waits for me, the wordman to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine and sit with her, start a scene or two of romantic setting, to pursue love in her name. Love is around us, the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair, as her evening dress glitters and shines and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky as we lay together, we pursue a dream together, forever we live together forever, as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love, we swallow grapes and drink wine hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets, we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece of his beautiful nocturnes, which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads. We stomp out the flames as we dance the night away, and you lay in my arms, and I kiss you upon your lovely head, and you hold my hand, and I hold you tight never thinking of letting your love go away from me, I would take my own life, before I lose your love. See us together, it is a painting that lasts lifetimes, that needs no touch-ups. I care for you and love you! Love me, I know you will. My sweet and loving portrait lady, who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose that sits on its green stem, in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window. Come up to my chambers as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere as love's tension grows and suspence brings us together, let us make love tonight seal the passion and pursue love once and for all. Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun, I shall wake next to your beauty and glory, and I shall point my attention to the heavens and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road, toward my chamber door, I call my heart. Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways in the garden of beauty and I shall pick a bauquet of roses and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love for one another and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart. -9/26/2013-