The Sense of Love
To slowly drift in a dream,
where hearts flutter,
and love's face glows in all its color.
to float away into the night,
as the soul captures love's fire,
holding its flame with a gentle hand.
to feel petals of passion's flower,
where fragrance flows from its bloom,
caressing the yearning for its sweet scent,
of intoxication,
as hearts merge in glorious freedom,
to leave this world without care,
and slows the flight of humming birds,
while each mouth whispers a symphony of desires,
heard by wanton ears,
while the beautiful dawn splays ever soft,
across the sensual eyes of love.
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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