Mystic Love

Mystic Love "Quia Amore Languao." You taste to me of honey and lemon, Mystic Love. I feel you like the crest of a wave, Like sun on a lake, Like a field filled with birds, Rising as one into the sky. You are rooted in me. As I in you. You burn me with a soft fire, Tending the flames, Your eyes soothe like the breezes of May, Your skin a lotus Soft, white, fire beneath. What joy the sound of your breath stirs in me! In those cliffhanging moments when all is Rapture, When you tremble on the Peak And begin to descend, The sound of your sigh Sweeter than the stars' songs. Lastly, the kiss. Our lips light upon one another With a rising joy like that of the dawn; Parting, they part insatiate. You show me life in the purest of forms, Letting me give; giving in return Your smiles of understanding. Small wonder I adore you, My Mystic Love.