To gaze upon thy radiant face — a glimpse of heaven’s lore,
The veil is drawn, the soul is torn — what lies behind that door?

Thy silence speaks in thunderous tones, a storm behind thy grace,
Each glance of thine unveils a world no mortal dared explore.

The dust that clings beneath thy feet — to me, it’s sacred ground,
I would trade the thrones of emperors to watch thy shadow soar.

The night may boast a thousand stars — they pale before thy flame,
The moon itself forgets to shine when thou dost heaven outpour.

In dreams I walk through burning winds, yet seek thee without fear,
For every wound becomes a rose when love’s the pain I bore.

O’ heart, retreat from fleeting things — thy cure is not of earth,
His smile contains the cure, the fire, the storm, the shore.

– The lover, still I carve thy name in verses none ignore,
For even Time shall bow its head where love and truth restore.