I May...Love You

Ahh...love. How fickle it seems.

Warm kisses, light touches,

These emotions I charish so.

Eyes wild with slight blushes,

You conquer; Ahunter as of a shy doe.

My heart quivers, waiting for each word,

Blood reddening my face,

With dreams of love, I soar high.

A gentle brush of cheek, I a small bird,

You take your time, you set the pace,

I revel that this may ever die.

Beauty breaks my heart with pulsing blood,

You devour my time with grace.

My eyes decieve me, of you, as a flood,

Run fast, my love, I give chase.

Cause i'll catch you with a silver kiss.

Lips consuming thine flesh.

I love you, my beloved dove.

Your deep eyes pierce, that i'll surely miss.

Because of love I fall against your chest.

Safely warm, I the demon you are above.

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

I liked it especially the rhying at the start...