the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r

oh love, you’ll
always be mine.
he won’t ever
like upon your face or
cry ‘long’ upon
your touch
in such ached way that since
the first time my eyes ever
looked upon you,
my queen;
placed desire over your
sovereign, beauty and
my irrepressible sin,
i became the man of your engraving-
unrelentable,
a seal you never gave, kiss of
mine sanctified craving.
my love,
i’ll always be yours.

Forever in awe-
forever in wait,
for Mine - precious cold,
of a warm embrace.

Look on yours kneeled stature towards Him and 
remark on your
homaged keel and vassal that: 
He looks at you, 
with 
His pause rested on His Awe and 
his Passion driven over 
that Body of 
his worshiped Subsidiary 
which is 
but engraved to him with 
soft compliment lips; 
lips that do and entice him 
like the yoke of bended knee, 
as She rises like 
seduction 
and rests Her fingers 
over his gratified face.