"decreed"

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