My Dear Love,

No pale flower, you.
Without a word, you move me
like beauty's scarlet bud in bloom.

You've conquered my mind,
your image a torrent of blissful fantasies
that smite, unseen,
my heart's hidden chords.


Your melodious voice
beckons in the night,
a summoner of light
that neither moon nor stars
can answer thus.


No torch upon the soul
could ignite a fire
to match this lover's flame.


You're unreal as a dream
yet life's full embodiment
like a heartbeat in the womb.

You're the essence of desire
upon the dark,
a fiery deluge
bursting forth in my hungry soul,
and I shall always love you.