Mystical Love Poem
You carry to my lips
The taste of honey and lemon,
My mystical love.
I feel you within me like a cresting wave,
Like the sun spilling gold on a lake,
Like a field full of birds
Rising as one into the sky.
You inhabit every part of me.
With a soft fire I burn,
You carefully attendant on the flame,
Eyes soothing like a late spring breeze,
Skin white and soft as a lotus flower,
The fire burning brightly just below the tender petals.
The soft sigh of your breath
Stirs all the joy I can carry up from the depths of me,
And in those cliffhanging moments
When all movement resolves to rapture,
We trembling at the peak, then starting to descend -
The sound of your sighing
Makes the stars burn all the brighter for me.
Through you I see this life
Dressed in all the beauty it can bear.
Small wonder then, this adoration of mine,
For you, my mystic love.
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