Come To Me

I hold you sensate in my soul But your refusal ruins my longing Queen of the mild -dewed morn In the apparel of a descending snow My steps I miss to clutch your shadow I am tickled to see your lush lips blazoned in sweetness I hold you sensate in my soul But you willow my wits Bud of the King, the bluey bloom Storm my wishful stream of thoughts And disappear like a moon on a brief bow I miss my breath to take in the fragrance of your silhouette I hold you sensate in my soul But your song fast-paced serrate my stringing skill Daughter of the bridery moon veiled In the diadem of regal rose, the rhythm of my lines I hold you sensate Come to me in flesh and flow into my arms Long spread for your maiden embrace On this lawn where life never limps but spreads green fronds, Come to me, my love-bud, my sensation, my may some day.