The flames of passion have consumed my heart with joy, because of the temptress who embraced my poetry with tear-filled eyes.
When dusk sets in, I find myself writing words once scattered in fantasy, but now decorated upon paper…in the form of her beautiful smile.
Fickle by nature, her beauty displays human sweetness among swaying flowers that have never seen the light of femininity.
What mystery is this my heart has come to know, when poetic words are all that we share?
Life's luminous colors now appear more radiant to me, because of the jewels I have found through the sparkle in her eyes.
In celebration of our literary friendship, she gracefully inspires and motivates me to pen words of fire upon the parchments of my lonely dreams.
When dusk sets in, our hearts secretly bear the same rhythmic happiness, while searching for tender moments in which to indulge our random musings.