Beauty strokes the rainbow running down my beard from the blushes of your grace, into the inner sanctum of the glory that rapture my face. I graze in the sweet serenity of your essence whom carries my soul.
Slain I am.
Beyond the mystic of your love.
I've written very few love poems all of them I write for or about my lovely wife Anthea This poem was inspired by Johnny Walker for his infinite joy of writing about his late wife Helen God bless her soul