IS THIS FOR LOVE MY WONDERFUL LOVER

Hark! Attend, and with thy mind’s discerning gaze,
Behold the secrets of a soul ablaze.

For ’tis of love’s ambrosia I declare,
A murmured tongue, that only hearts may share.

The art of a kiss, on love’s ethereal wing,
Its depths surpass the starry evening.

As love’s flame flickers, vivid and divine,
So unfolds the kiss, a tale undefined.

In passion’s fervor, a tempestuous flame,
A fusion of lips, a burning, deep acclaim.

With stolen sighs and breathings intertwined,
Two souls aflame, in ecstasy confined.

Yet dawn does break, and passion’s fervor wanes,
But love’s soft embers in the heart remains.

And on those lips, where once the flames held sway,
A tenderness blossoms, as sweet as day.

For morning’s kiss, a whisper on the air,
Carries a love that frees the spirit fair.

A brush of fingers, soft as morning’s dew,
A vow whispered, ever steadfast and true.

So mark these words, and let them be your guide,
In love’s embrace, where hearts together bide.

For love’s true art is not in fiery strife,
But in the gentle dance of moonlit life.

:: 01.08.2024o ::