A love poem.

The heart was built to sing,
its rhythm nature's soul.
The heart is not a fickle thing,
abuse can take its toll.

Untamed and unrelenting,
love's bounds yet unknown.
Passion can be frightening,
still it must be shown.

To experience joy and pleasure,
of being with another.
Tis the time treasure,
every morsel of a lover.

Two heavenly bodies entwined,
and as souls are carressed.
Whence you look, there you'll find,
immaculate receiptance.

Furiously passionate,
wherefore love flies free.
Incredibly meticulate,
as it was meant to be.

Power, grace, and elegance,
all wrapped into one.
The spell leaving you entranced,
unable to move on.

And yet a heart is capable,
of loving every soul it finds.
Thirst that is unquenchable,
a gift that is divine.

And when you find another,
who inspires you as such.
Take the time to discover,
and you'll learn so very much.

Critical is letting go yourself,
transforming two to one.
The more the giving of oneself,
makes sharing so much fun.