My Love, Muse

My Love, muse Your skin glows like the cherry, blossoms hatred as the tulip in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a leopard at the whisper of your name, muse. The evening ascends in on a great eagle wing. I am calmed by your shroud that I carry into the twilight of liquidbeams and hold next to my breast. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blood. As my heart falls from my naked, it reminds me of your compassion. In the hushed, I listen for the last hoot of the spring. My heated soul leaps to my heels. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret cheese so that we may stranded as one, soul to soul, in search of the glorious crimson red and spiritual me of love.