an Aurora’s light, within my lover’s soul;
A spark so bright, budding roses burst unfold.
Men whisper of their meetings. Those without souls aflame,
leave in jerking gesture; like lovers, teased in adolescent adventure.
(Admitting, not to be of such high-caliber, as to be in her presence, with hope or future).
Help me my friends, how do I describe her?
Pure, innocent, commissions’ love into presence!
Those who see our hearts embraced, will sigh.
Her smile will return a smile and softly render
the peace I feel she shares inside.
All are invited.
All who are willing to surrender.