My Love, Ruth Sweet Ruth
Your skin glows like the passion fruits of my desire, blossoms more beautiful as the wild flowers entire twined in the magestical hopes of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your angels songs as if it's Heavens voice and leaps like a snow leopards into their den at the whisper of your name, Ruth sweet Ruth.
The evening ascends as if on a great a white snow owl into its mates wings.
I am calmed by your bearing, tides filled from love that I carry into the twilight as I carry away the suns beams and hold them next to my ego that is hidden by fear.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears as if rain drops shed from heaven.
As my love encircles the time we share, it falls from it's towers of fear, it reminds me of your us as a pair.
In the hush, I listen for the last sirens of the spring.
My heated passions of our love leaps onto my cloak of our love.
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret crowds of people so that we may fighting as one, become as our passion, our love to passions within our love, in search of the glorious silver cauldron of emotions and spiritual beacons of love.