Lips of An Angel (Saraband Sonnet (Spanish Quatrains))

Each time you call my name I seek the feeling of your gentle kiss, I hear your voice, it makes me weak. In love's embrace yet still I miss the caress from an angel's lips, my mind needs more than parti pris to lose my heart to love's eclipse. You touch my heart beneath moon gleams, to woo my mind and win my soul with whispered thoughts, you feed my dreams. Sweet-talk my heart, with words cajole my feelings, with a push and shove you show me how in you I'm whole and dance me to the world of love.