Into Your Beauty
I don't need an Eiffel Tower as my backdrop
nor picture painted perfection gracing a Louvre
romantic candlelit dinner elegance at a Casa Cruz
nor a breathtaking view of The Old Man at Storr . . .
to deliver all my heartfelt desire
radiant red, smoldering, a slow stoke
burning, for you, I am your fire
and you, in all your brilliance
are my flame
dancing in every minute breeze
seen and unseen
felt in every crevice of my being
spread in both dreams and reality
wild and free
sparks ignited in a heated destiny
Time is now . . .
pour out our stagnant waters
no more pushing up daisies from the past
rains, they come and they go
washing away distance
and here, into your beauty,
I continue to fall
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