Amative Repose

Has your begrudging view cast itself upon that angelic form wading before us?
For I assure you that set of blessed eyes are fixated on no other but myself.
The figure gracing this affair with the utmost visible delight,
is indeed my beloved –
That twilight stranger whom you see,
is the one who has established dwelling within my reeling thoughts.
That soul has granted me with the most amorous devotion,
a lover could possibly conjure.
That lovely spirit has settled within the perennial forests of my mind.
The sweet savor of confection on one’s sensible lips,
the quivering palms that are tucked hastily away in pockets,
are stimulated by the mere sight of my darling.
For my dearest is capable of arising the vivacious sun,
from the bleakest corners of the world.
Able of coaxing the sunset to remain everlasting,
the horizons to rest forever broadened.For every mortal’s dream is standing before us,
just swaying melodically alone, beneath the solemn moonlight.
Envied by all I shall be.
Every being yearns to traipse one’s fingertips upon my lover’s cheek,
my beloved’s fancy is coveted by all.
But their hunger shall never subside,
never will I, (even ever so faintly),
stir the thought of departing my love.
That astonished beauty is no other’s but my own,
simply for my indulgence.
Thus the sole purpose to my perpetual slumber.
To eternally preserve my lover and I,
to keep us distant from humanity’s covetous grasp.
Embracing one another evermore.
Lying in fields of elation and exemption.
Aware that we shall never wake…