Snared
My heart snared in the
gentleness of your love,
encased in the pure
ambrosia of your very
being.
Captivated from first eye
shot, to be carried like a
shadow, this euphoria you
cascade.
And I sit the King as you
bathe my realm in beauty,
every corner blessed in
your serenity, every
raindrop but a gentle kiss.
My Queen within my dreams,
the princess in my garden, the
fragrance of the flowers, the
air of all desires.
The living of my day, the
starlight of my night, the
sinking of the sun, and
every dawn that's won,
these things you are to me,
for always and ever be.
Caress this heart of mine,
let the souls combine, sate
these dreams of ours,
beneath our guiding stars.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2011
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