This Poem Won'T Make You Cry

I have written- a poem That won’t make you cry, within Whose tender words spell The magic of love, Scented with honey, from A fluttering god: a gift- For thee, ‘cos this poem o’ mine Is drawn from thy beauty! I’ve made my heart rhyme, For the air not to die Before thy sight, ‘Cos your charm, like crystal Blue sea imitating ocean, where Waves ripple, like notes Of dancing evening fire, Proclaiming thy desire! Cry not, ‘cos my love will not fade Like a vapor and waft as a smoke, Though to death we all go, but for Us, not tonight, my dear! Fear not, For in this muse- I will rest My aroma, ‘cos it was thee- Who made me bloom, like a flower On a rock, feasting on thy sacred wine!