Secret Love

Night lifts ebon shroud from curved satin sky, drizzle of gold streaks at dawn has begun, paints pearl on meadow with few dew drops shy, dance of hue starts under shimmer of sun. Cadence of cloud descends to flush my face, you’ll feel in your heart my sunburst love flow, cascade of colors enwraps you with grace like a leaf drenched by twilight tinge you’ll glow, the last moonbeam splashes dream dust on me. I float on reverie through bright day new, reach you on wings of soft zephyr you’ll see, I write a sunshine sonnet just for you. As the horizon unveils the hued sky, torrents of golden sequins at dawn fly. Torrents of golden sequins at dawn fly, if you hold the warm arms of the spring air, float in my heart’s meadow as butterfly, the beauty of pristine love you’ll see there. Moonbeam at night will spread tinsels on you, when the sunburst dawn will bloom to allure, on mind’s canvas you’ll see spectrum of dew, that’s when you’ll adore the glow of love pure. After the symphony of longing ends, storm of ripped passion my heart will endure, sink in surge of joy, flood of yearning sends, that’s how I perceive I’m in love for sure. On my garden you open heart’s window, in blooming flowers find the tinged love grow. In blooming flowers find the tinged love grow, as you walk away from my waned wasteland, you’ll find love, not lost in abyss hollow, if holding my hands by my side you stand, you’ll see moondust set the night sky aglow. When the sunburst dawn will bloom to allure, yearning dewdrops will dance in your meadow, that’s when you’ll feel the touch of love so pure. As the longing trail in dream’s domain ends, the rush of rose passion your heart will feel float on tunes of joy, fervent music blends, that’s how you’ll perceive you’re in love real. If in my garden you open heart’s doors, you’ll find in flowers how true love adores. You’ll find in flowers how true love adores, as stardust falls on them bracing us close, moon rays ripple on the flushed face of yours, serenading breeze spreads the scent of rose. On my face your obsidian hairs churn, tips of sable drip your emotions warm. I feel into shining pearls they all turn, roll secret love on sense wave crests as swarm. I drink absinthe from cup of crimson lips, me on fire, passion enwraps you in smoke, feather feeling the amorous air grips, night kindles desire for our skin to soak. Wish the time stops, night doesn’t call the new day, the sun doesn’t burn my dream and let you stray.