So much Love to give
O beloved rose in my
garden of fairy-lamps,
would you bloom in hues of stardust?
let the daffodil moon
envy this fragrant field of
immortal lyrics~
for I’ll treat you with kindness,
scatter herbs of compassion,
with picturesque patience,
water your greying petals~
until every fading
pigment turns into ruby red,
as this heart craves to
feel the heat of your diamond dialect.
When I close my eyes
I know your smile adorns
the hazy horizon
like the citrine
crescent meant to unfurl
crystalline-streaked promises,
so let me stroll through
that astral realm a little longer,
sleep deeply to become your
blanket of chamomile balm~
where your emerald embrace
can wipe away fogs of foes,
getting in the way of you and I~
as I’ve got so much love to give.
So will you dance through dewy
darkness with me?
where dreams do color frozen lakes
to stream in tints of turquoise delight,
your vanilla initials flow and glow
through these amorous veins,
illuminating bruised cells,
aching to break through~
as I’ve got so much love to give.
Tonight, I’m sailing adrift,
the unknown abyss
of lemongrass longing,
that never felt better,
before I heard the musky musings
of your aesthetic aura,
croon the charismatic chorus
that defines the ethereal essence
of this radiant romance.
Scriptures of tomorrow
may not be sealed,
although the wind may
be carrying these
poems I’ve prayed for,
today’s footsteps
shall guide us through.
Perhaps, the world shouldn’t know,
as wicked waves of heinous time
may jinx the jasmine jitters~
fluttering like green-gold butterflies.
Some songs are to be heard
just by the Goddess of Luna
that slumbers when
midnight melodies soar,
and this love, I’ll serenade,
for an eternity and more,
if only you would let silence break
into musical meteors~
whisper saccharine symphonies,
allow cosmos to swirl
to your graceful voice.
I hope you’ll always remember,
my heart knew not syllables of gratitude
wrapped with selflessness,
nor did these breathless fingers
ever ink metaphors of warmth,
yet your tender touch quenched
my weathered quill,
and in your presence
galaxies shimmer
multicolored fireflies~
and I stand here, beneath
the mulberry mercy,
laced with lavender love,
in shades of twilight
to scarf your your silhouette~
when it bleeds wintry loneliness.
Shall we waltz to our heartbeats,
until the sun caresses
our infatuated skin?
and the morning sapphires sprinkle~
pixie-dust upon our thoughts,
awakening us to a beloved sphere
of never-ending endearments,
connected way before
I’ve woven
poetic confessions of true desires…
The universe heard wind of yearning,
rising, as we ascend as angels struck by Cupid~
free from evil eyes
which prowl in jealousy
amidst the nightfalls that strike
in symphony of “we",
echoing the tuscan truth that
you deserve to learn;
I wish you’d stay~
I’ve got so much love to give.
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