Autumn sky reveals that crisp red reality of life lost in love.
A rose no sweeter nor a face as beautiful than my valentine’s.
The sun turns to grey and my shaded heart to gold when you flash a smile.
I am the shadow cast on that thin silver thread, if only briefly.
There is no nectar nor blooming flower as sweet as the belle I love.
In love, we embrace closely as the cobalt moon grasps the twilight sky.
Words drip from her lips like honey; her twisting tongue unravels my soul.
Seas cannot contain nor can aspen mountains thwart me from my ever love.
My love is the sea; a vast and unyielding force with depths yet unseen.
Her golden face warms the icy depths of my heart. Silk hands cure this blight.
