My Love, Joseph
Your skin glows like the cherry, blossoms beautiful as the Marigolds in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your soft voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name, Joseph.
The evening ascends in on a great dove`s wing.
I am calmed by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of sunsbeams and hold next to my eyes.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my hat falls from my head, it reminds me of your love.
In the hushed, I listen for the last heartbeat of the spring.
My heated body leaps to my floor. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret surprise so that we may look into each others eyes as one, body to body, in search of the glorious red and spiritual design of love.
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