Dark Muse
07-19-2013, 12:43 PM
The Seasons of Your Love
Your eyes
bespeak of a stormy winter skies,
which compel me
with the force of its energy,
sending thrilling shivers down my spine,
while its power courses through me,
making me feel all the more alive.
Your smile
is full of summer's warmth
which comforts the soul,
thaws the heart,
it is inviting, welcoming,
bringing life, and light back into the world,
and I would bask within its incandescence.
Your laughter
is a gust of Autumn wind,
full of vibrancy, which brings
color into the world,
it is strength, and beauty
which may not be denied
but sweeps me up within its force,
commanding my attention,
and leaving me awestruck never wanting
it to end but knowing in time it must,
and eagerly I await its to return once more.
Your touch
is a gentle spring rain
which delights me,
makes me want to sing,
to dance within the vitality of your embrace,
one look at you and my heart stops,
the feather touch of your fingertips makes it beat again,
the feel of you is life itself.
Your eyes
bespeak of a stormy winter skies,
which compel me
with the force of its energy,
sending thrilling shivers down my spine,
while its power courses through me,
making me feel all the more alive.
Your smile
is full of summer's warmth
which comforts the soul,
thaws the heart,
it is inviting, welcoming,
bringing life, and light back into the world,
and I would bask within its incandescence.
Your laughter
is a gust of Autumn wind,
full of vibrancy, which brings
color into the world,
it is strength, and beauty
which may not be denied
but sweeps me up within its force,
commanding my attention,
and leaving me awestruck never wanting
it to end but knowing in time it must,
and eagerly I await its to return once more.
Your touch
is a gentle spring rain
which delights me,
makes me want to sing,
to dance within the vitality of your embrace,
one look at you and my heart stops,
the feather touch of your fingertips makes it beat again,
the feel of you is life itself.