My Love, Your Name

Your skin glows like the sweet orange, blossom flower as the Rose in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises like a tingling bell and leaps like a cheetah at the whisper of your name. The evening ascends in on a great eagle wing. I am calmed by the coolish coat that I carry into the twilight of a sunbeam that I hold next to my heart. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of fear that you hold near. As my foot slip from my shoe, it reminds me of a Song sung from my lips. In the hushed, I listen for the last sound of the spring. My heated fingers reach to my head, I wait in the crystal moonlight for the secret tone so that we may believe as one, finger to finger, in search of the glorious blue and spiritual dreams of love.