If I were to fall in your arms
hold me tight, alright...
Sometimes
I get carried away...
He calls me His Beloved,
His love has set me free...
A smile gently opens
the petals of your heart...
A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...
A Summer Rose
Into the garden of laurel and yew...
Scatters from the winds of change
Among debris life rearranged...
The wind howls with cries of anguish
Fields run red with the blood of bondage...
your eyes
cradle today’s...
I no longer see the world in grayscale,
instead the vibrant colors pop and...
The waltz of beauty
and the very cognizance...
In a kiss two souls
wake up the sleeping beauty...