Thy silken lovely taking time;
Hair, starlight sunbeams glinting
The sky on your brow,
Sun streaming eyebrows taking time gazing peonies
Grown by chance in the garden.
Well met, moi petite,
One thou kindles love,
Smite my heart in twain,
Fragrance wind weaves ballads whispering thee thee thee;
Shimmering change
Lonely heart o'mine pines for thy touch,
Caress ravish my soul o my love,
Yes my love. …

In how many ways & pearly lives can one love;
A timeless question that needs to be told
A cobbled story for all who hold hands shooting arrows of gold,
Gossamer wings veining,
Iridescent clouds sunscaped
Jagged lining o'er fingertips dainty to behold;
Yours my dear,
Though mine to cherish & hold...