Searching For Santuary

You appear in my presence once again unfulfilled this love, it yearns, it lingers a moment approaches to a romantic sin you an orchestra of mystery, and I the singer You bloom so comely, a gentle sway my dulcet beauty, pure love you emit I long for a novel of this mellifluous day a scented candle of romance softy lit Time shall pass, soon to come a love imbued where passion run a silence approaching, a distant beat of a lone drum an unfulfilled love falls with the sun I brood in wait of loving passion escape a hymn, a scent, a delicately bushed scape..... ___________________________________________