Love's Voice

by Michaelw1two In quiet repose, love’s constant seeks intended themes; hope grows, while heart’s unopened power blooms; thought lurks, beneath this lone moments curious schemes; wants lust concealed, awaits one’s furtive moves. Those thoughts, whose purity pertains to life pre-birth; feeling’s worth, one’s primitive freedoms gained; passion’s, incorporeal traditions once ordained; feed certain known, on which each life sustains. Upon this mind’s portal stood, life’s true onset proud; unrobed, of love’s apotheosis soul; enchanted of thought’s serene, amidst livings home; descend, of mind’s contend, on truth’s demesne. Lastingly, shines visions spend, soul’s vast rapture soothed; lip’s purse moist touch, hearts kiss, wooed passion laid; moan’s murmurs slow, lust understood, is time’s divine; thoughts, proved silent jewels, quiet’s caress, breeds love. In mind’s rhythm tones, life’s choice, food for only one; it’s taste, of sweetest divinity iced; enraptured, my soul is bound, in life, I am filled; completely, by my place within your love. Michael Darrell Walker