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Aug 2013
My tender spring Rose, I see you gently breathe in the soft darknes
My fingers and my hand delicately glide across your skin,and I feel your every  stirring at my whim
You are always dancing, always changing, always filled with flair
Even when you are calm and still, I feel your presence rousing the very air
You are a flowing melody to my ears, a soothing glow to my eye,
You are the fragrance that I draw in, and then give back with my sigh
Yet you were the very first breath I drew
You fill me up with vigor, though become weak for you
Your beauty is heart-breaking, how could any man stand to not be one with you?
Passionate desire fills me to leap into your essence, to melt into your soul
I yearn to be able to say for just one shining second that I am not just with you, but I am your whole
I long to give myself to you, and my whole energy in the night
To be one with your beauty, one with your light,
I would offer all selfishness in sacrifice
This lion’s mane trembles with impatience to fall into your essence
Like lightning endlessly falling into love with the sea, from the heavens
I thirst for the exploding dive, charging through the life flowing through your veins
Down into your depths to retrieve that pearl that is the key to your existence
Finally reaching the destination and resistance that my soul was searching for in desperation
I desire to hold it within me that short moment of triumph, your precious fire in blessed consummation
You would be finally mine in totality, and I yours, my wild shimmering flower
And the thought gives me excellent peace, calming my restless heart
Though I am saddened, for I don’t know If it will ever be
My love, I hope and I dream that you are made for me
Written by
Shayne Dowell
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