Your Nature

The murmur of the evening comes across the valley reaching my hearing,
reminding me one more time of you, of our luminous love,
and I eager your reach, your embrace.
The moon shows its lustre face as I behold your splenderous self made anew in eternal time's consent, and I become a victim of this ungovernable emotion of enveloping my soul in the shelter of your gothic love.
My heart shall not be invaded by pain or sorrow henceforth, for you have possesed it and healed it with your incantation, and my tears, if there shall be any, are to come to a halt or escape escape from my eyes due the rapture of being your music, of you being my passion, my twilight and my hope.
Of you I eager to be, to nestle in your heart and as many a night we shall endure my love, for you shall grow higher as in a crescendo of the most romantic-hertedly-composed melody.
The nocturnal caressing wind sends strands of your red hair to cover my face, and I contemplate you in awe, your subliming nature, your mesmerizing eyes which do not seem to stop in providing me with sweet silent music of which I am the only listener, and I drink of you and my fears ebb rapidly for you depose them with your lingering and endless embrace, which I envelop myself in and desire it to be timeless... to be eternal...

RQ
Moscow
26/5/10
12:10pm