Love Walks

Love is a spirit of all compact fire – William Shakespeare Love walks on faery footsteps In the garden of my soul With long, red hair that falls in wild folds About a face of undefiled beauty Wherein two orbéd cat’s eyes, loving, reign -- Twin meteors with pow’r to bless or burn Stol’n from the opal’d moonbeams of Night’s ceil – And all the flames thrown forth from myriad stars Ignite my muslin heart with deathless fire Unquenchable, save in the fiercer glow When living spirits meet in Love’s embrace. Love sings in faery whispers Of the splendor of your touch When flesh meets flesh in tender union sweet And strews the treasures of a thousand flow’rs Whose gentle odors weave their mystic spell About my bounden senses -- lost in you As ev’ry blossom breathes anew your name.