Love Walks
Love is a spirit of all compact fire – William Shakespeare
Love walks on faery footsteps
In the garden of my soul
With long, red hair that falls in wild folds
About a face of undefiled beauty
Wherein two orbéd cat’s eyes, loving, reign
-- Twin meteors with pow’r to bless or burn
Stol’n from the opal’d moonbeams of Night’s ceil –
And all the flames thrown forth from myriad stars
Ignite my muslin heart with deathless fire
Unquenchable, save in the fiercer glow
When living spirits meet in Love’s embrace.
Love sings in faery whispers
Of the splendor of your touch
When flesh meets flesh in tender union sweet
And strews the treasures of a thousand flow’rs
Whose gentle odors weave their mystic spell
About my bounden senses -- lost in you
As ev’ry blossom breathes anew your name.
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