Mystic Love

Mystic Love "Quia Amore Languao." You taste to me of honey and lemon, Mystic Love. I can feel you like the crest of a wave, Like the sun on a lake, Like a field filled with birds, Rising as one into the sky. You are rooted in me. You burn me with soft fire, Carefully tending the flames. Your eyes can soothe like the breezes of May, Your skin like a lotus flower, Soft, white with fire beneath. What joy the sound of your breath stirs in me! In those cliffhanging moments when all is Rapture, When you tremble on the Peak And begin to descend, Then the sound of your sigh Is sweeter than the songs of the stars. Lastly, the kiss. Our lips light upon one another With a joy that rivals the dawn. Parting, they part insatiate. You show me life in its purest of forms, Letting me give; and giving in return Your smiles of understanding. Small wonder I adore you, My Mystic Love.