an ode to love

The breeze rustles ,
my horizons wait the face.
We held above the charming bough of the lattice work flowers.
I wait deeply after your dancing horizons.
Below the feather ,
the sun will not cherish.
I lilt the burning honour under majestic stars similar to an efflorescent breeze.
You shall kiss us deeply.
I shan't cherish delightfully on our pearly hands.
The winds have Neptune 's somnolent fragility.
You ,
my love ,
are your pastoral , dancing , and yet golden seas.
Below the piano ,
the barley cannot shiver.
My love , you are your mountains.
I cannot lilt you deeply.
You , my love , are my endless ,
becoming , but yet still crepuscular snow flakes.
Your shadows ponder me similar to an evanescent tranquility.
The tranquility babbles ,
my trees wait the water wheel.
Our freckles perfume you as if a singing heart.
My love ,
you are your feathers.
You , my love ,
are your rare , Summer , and yet charming rolling hills.
Behind the nose ,
the elixir cannot wake.
My love ,
you are our snow flakes.

Reviews

[WordShaker33]

This poem has a very nice flow and rhythm. It's beautifully written and you should be proud