Prithee kind sir, doth thee love thy lady?
More than breath itself, e'en my last
Make sweet some vial of beauty's treasure
Soul's Paradise lives in my love's being
Her heart courses blood thru these veins.
Poetic harmonies unheard her ears visualise
Strange sounding symphonies
'Twixt love's requisite requiem~
She plucks notes whence loins marry
To compose my most heartfelt music.
Surrendering raw emotion as mine tears
Evoke the most intimate of sharing.
Boiling water steeps green tea
My fragile japanese tea cup
Whose rim no lips had grazed~
In touching those heavenly lips so ruby
Was to submit my love for life
Prostrating we envision our old age
A lifetime of quietly sipping tea together,
Just being. Swallowing each other's nuance.
Her misinterpreted fabric creates her perfection
A garment that I have loosely worn daily
Ne'er would I exchange mine cloak for hers,
As she has always known just how to drape
Her eccentric nature around this mysterious man.
You ask do I love my lady?
Ours is a union before time~
Which has transcended 1,000 lifetimes
No other see I once in my eye's scope see her
Destined to side by side live and breathe,
To walk together for yet another lifetime.
And whence the time to draw breath final,
Her eyes escort me on my most divine journey
Her sensual voice the last I hear as I lie dying
Ne'er to leave but to prepare our next sacrosanctity.
Where I will await the arrival of my life's true love.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
