Flowing Through My Veins

My heart spinning, as it’s hung from a string. With love…like that of which burns, with a single sting. Bleeding, its blood flows, of my fountain, Like gentle raindrops from your springs. Eastward winds, carry you, gently. My love, you are now, shielded, with each sweeping breeze. Engulfed, in a love, cosmic, which lit your soul! These words, running, From, my thoughts, Come, from the heart. You must perceive, that of which, you receive. Flowing through my veins, Started, with all but, one simple gaze. Born from a kiss, Touched, by the warmth, Of your, embrace.