Much love is wasted on love’s demands

Specified to astounding detail -

The shades of flowers, rings on hands

Hair

Like a rose petal soft and tender
Is my love for you, my true man
Now glistening with joy and splendor
I can feel myself a

MY LOVE…


You are so wonderful and sweet
And I make sure that it is I you greet
At night when you come home
I take good

For My Love

Soft tendrils of fiery embers tease with blissful torment

Oblivious victim to two passions ablaze

Restless

As the bitter winter air nips at my skin

I think of you

A warmth flows from within

As the icy winter rain beats against