The Rising Sun

His presence is as that of the rising sun

The whole world falls away

When he envelops me in his love

One word, one look, one gesture, one smile

He is all there is

Always, I am astonished

By the gentility with which he surrounds me

My Soul lies at his feet in awe

Of the Light that animates his

I gaze into my Beloved’s smoldering eyes

And adore his Beauty

I Feel What He Feels

Passion

My hands explore the temple of his body

They drown in the amber silk

Of his skin

In the softness of his onyx hair

I gaze at him with silent love

Few words do we exchange

Yet all is heard and understood

So well does he know me

And I, him

Reviews

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. yes ... beware ... they're very powerful ... even when they're not ... those eyes ... they've got what i sought ... but i'll see beyond them ... to see what makes them burn ... and take away his fears ... so he doesn't have to churn ... but if he relapses into rage ... i'll know that a greater truth resides ... i'll set him free from his cage ... and he'll find his tranquil eyes ... alex, you're amazing ... and always will be ... because you inspire ... :) ...

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Your warning is in good tone...
Yes...people too often disregard good voiced advice because of love...
I am not excluded from this, sadly
Thank You For Pointing Out Human Nature :)

[Ed Hart]

beware of smoldering eyes....but, who listens