Oh Beloved, the years come and go… Except, I see you; You my love, are as the first moment I set eyes upon you; The touch of a instant: The sweet breath of a breeze… You…, are a spark to wings… giving rise to this spinning mayfly. You are my fire. and I dance for you. Reminiscent to the essence of The Dancing Cry Of The Soul I rise… And, … the veils fall. Eternal is the flame; Ageless to the essence of the soul. Still, in these eyes, You are my spark.

You possess such a power over me.
I embrace you within my mind and you…, you are as a soft whisper; A longing,,, in a distant dream. And, like a beacon deep in fog you steer my desire’s passions.
How I tremble from deep within... My sweet love, you possess a gift… to make still this pounding heart. You take my breath away. Beloved, you are my subsistence; You make me reach, … to want
And, I belong to you.
From impish to poetry.
Ah, my love, to the deliciously impish thoughts only you can provide;
                                                        ­                                                       Thank You
                                                             ­                                                Your Phoenix