Love a fervent Fire

LOVE A FERVENT FIRE.

My thoughts, so often in disorder 
My reasons I am blowing on your mind 
Unique is the feeling of passion that alone will consume thyself but together,
 in both of us, it's glowing plainly following the fire of the yielding love.
 
My hours, organized by someone centuries ago, knocked me into a guarded being 
in where I signed a confident agreement entrusted the will of my heart 
that runs through the blood, 
holding as a pledge In where I only could be with you.
 
My mornings are a vision in lavender-blue, In pink and grey foggy clouds, 
A fragrance, stirring the will to win your grace, before the eyes shifted 
and softened your leniency, In purity and beauty designed, 
inspiring the apparent amusement for perfection.
 
In time, I wasn't anybody, I wasn't anything until you lifted your ever lust and sensibility,
when you got the ember growing again that burnt my eyes, my complexion, by your sight. 
You are unfolding the napkins nicely for my tears inviting me to your bouncing chest.
 
None could find the three old pines in the valley or the third presence of a place in my heart 
but with delicate moves you woke the slumber and for a short moment 
touched the core whispering, 
to the inevitable closeness of ours, 
shaping my fragility into a divine moment.
 
Copyright March 2018 kc