Innocent is my heart
My smile my weapon
sweet words that charm
All feelings that I hold dear
A rich flowering of promises
A fragrant sweetness
to reach the sun, one must fly.
Let love burn with desire not reason
waiting for the sweet embrace of heaven
fruit so firm and succulent
chaste remains the promise of the eternal.
As the flame of passion slowly burns out
A beautiful patience is learned by dint of time
And my Soul, by the light of the embers shines
In fresh savour of
The gift of love.
Gail Cooney September 6 2022