My Cupid Given Treasure
For My Tim, the Love of My Life
Love’s hues mix to create a perfect two -
thru and thru, love thus colors me and you.
Darling, it’s Cupid’s season of heart shivers,
when we praise passions from his bow’s quivers.
With you, quivers bear desires and fires;
fires flame love’s art, fusing both our soft hearts;
soft hearts whose kiss gathers nirvana bliss;
bliss throbs our appeal perfectly ideal;
ideal love themes develop our love dreams;
dreams inspire romance to seal love’s chance;
chance feeds our best happy and gives gladly;
gladly our souls share all of life with flair;
flair adorns our love’s notions and motions;
motions deploy our harmonious joy;
joy raises our ecstasy fill with thrills;
thrills lift our love high on heavenly sighs;
sighs hold all phases of our love traces,
and prime pages silk held in love laces.
I will forever love you with pleasure,
my ever-always, cupid-given treasure.
... CayCay Jennings
February 1, 2018
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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