my love

Running to his heart,
full of color,
passions scatter
beyond the dream of him,
calling forth to be wrapped within his soul,
carried in the wake of light.
Rising visions swirl in the view,
breaking free the night,
spreading over glistening skin,
a blanket of sky hue,
and sighs in the pleasures of you,
love in the softness of touch,
as eyes marvel in the traces of lines
cascading over windswept branches,
reaching out to hold closely
the morning spent within the arms of time,
dear, granting a beauty
that could only be held by you,
and you alone,
and I am warmed in your glow,
blushing upon my cheeks a smile, for your love