Wings Of Passion


I walk for years in wasteland of winter,
seeking the arms of warm sea to allure,
get a niche for the broken heart’s splinter.

My fervent yearning floats in seamless sky.
That’s where I discover my love obscure,
soaring on the wings of passion bird high.

I see silver moon span dark sky hollow,
at dawn the crimson sun rises to lure
the dew drops on my lone meadow to glow.

Sunburst sky tints your dulcet face with hue.
That’s when I feel the touch of love so pure, 
mesmerized I know, but you have no clue.

Happy heart’s rhythm the feelings conceal,
in ensnared psyche emotions endure. 
That’s when I know I’m in love for real.

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