Poems for my Beloved

Love is the colour of genuine human connection.
To me Love is the colour of your lips,
pink rose petals that taste of ambrosia,
the very sweetness that sustains me.

Love is the colour of life,
that infinite web that knows no end.
Our fingers interlock as we hold hands,
Our raven locks interweave as you lay your
head against mines,
and we become interwoven
inseparable.

All i seek is to draw closer to you,
All i want is to show you
My burning , beating Heart,
which aches to be near to you,
it beats only for you.

All i want is to be one with you,
I am for you.


For my Beloved.


As you lay in my lap asleep,
I stroked your ebony hair ,
caressed your ivory cheek,
and listed to the sound of your breath.

I did reminisce of a time,
when I pined for the comfort of  lover,
and I dreamt audacious dreams of
grand romance,
Never did I dream of one so perfect as you,
so flawless,,
a soul as pure as the light of a newborn sun
Stretching out into infinity ,
piercing the blackness of the night.

As you lay in my lap dreaming fanciful dreams,
I shut my eyes to sleep,
and in the twilight surrender between the waking world
and  the emerald beyond,
I chance cross over into your secret garden,
Brier patches and roses,
Castles and fields as far as the eye could see,
And you and me in an embrace,
Bonded together for eternity
one body , one flesh.

I have seen Beauty's Face I have seen the face of beauty O’er the clouds,

Her hair hanging down like a raven waterfall,
Her eyes looking upon me blazing like a billion stars.

Sing oh Muses of the beauty of this woman,
The Silver and diamond light of the moon and stars
Fail to illuminate her loveliness ,
The proud sun hides his eyes
and dare not look upon her
For in his mind none is brighter than him.

I Look upon her and see not skin and human flesh,
But marble and ivory encrusted with rubies,
But a thousand rubies are not her equal,
Ten thousand diamonds could not glimmer
with her beauty.

I poor I try to sing to her
and make her believe in her
own beauty,
But my throat runs dry
my lips crack when I pronounce her name
My words are as nightingales fleeing from
The rising sun,
They sing with beauty for a time
But melt away .

If I cannot express my love for her in words,
How can she ever understand?
From whence cometh wisdom?
Can words ever truly convey thoughts?
Or is it that when we speak sweet words
Angels carry them into our hearts ,
Sweet words sweeter than honey,
Soothing balm for the wounds of life.

All I can do is pray,
That she understand my love ,
For words fail and melt in time,
Flowers die and wither,
Diamonds are lost and stolen,
But Love never fails.