At Last, My Own Love

I looked, looked, and looked – but all in vinegar vain. I searched, searched, and searched – but found no love. So sad, so sapped and no longer feeling cerebrally certain, You miraculously materialized – my own heaven-sent dove. My happy heart races at the sound of your voice. My merry mind leaps at the sight of my cherished crush. My satisfied soul swirls at my providence-inspired choice. My buoyant body ignites at the feel of your tender touch. Oh my good gosh! The amorous ache…it hurts – so sweetly; And the fragrant fire flaming within…it burns – so soothing. My delightful desire sends round sensuous spikes – so warmly. Leaving me wet and spent in ecstasy’s prison – so enthralling. To whom or what shall I ever dare liken you, my Maple tree? To others, falling as one, like us – or to others that fall apart below par? To the sun, the moon, the stars – or to all galaxy-orbiting three? No, my diamond diadem; by all, you stand head above the highest bar.