Abstract but real to the touch.
A dream of grandeur, although to visualize a thousand years of sleep wouldn’t be enough.
She is the beginning of my endless story,
of love meet and loss, separation comparable to purgatory.
Beautiful in all her glory, yet unnoticed.
To ignore such a being is like sleeping through Christ's
Coming.
Loves beats in my chest as does tribal drumming,
from the cradle of life.
If I could, I'd die and resurrect twice just to be hers one life time.
To share one mind, one love, one spirit.
Connected through song.
Her sonnet and rhythm,
only she inspires these Lyrics.
I imagine us on long walks surrounded by treble clefts,
so free,
or sitting in a hall with step of piano keys.
Whisper in her ear to make love through poetry.
A description of sweet love so close she tastes my words.
These are my visions, imagination of one who's love smitten.
Poeticly driven and fueled by her image.
In this story that’s my side, my pride, love words can’t describe.
Most all this a sonnet for Blessing as seen through lover's eyes.