And I called to my Beloved on a glumly wintry night, Draw nigh unto me, I beseech thee, thy bosom for my head a celestial rest. Was many a long and weary night I've traversed in my dauntless quest, To embrace thy pure beauty and upon thy lips a heavenly kiss.
Gentle on my mind, always shall I feel thy ardent love flow through mine veins no matter what time of day or night. Thy love will pacify mine emotions tenderly; beautifully; and eloquently. Mine heart’s desire has conquered these new feelings of Spring in the dead of Winter. Thy heart is a love potion.
Hearkened, my senses quickened, steed in hand I beckon thy call, for my blood rushes within me my glimmering beloved jewel, to reach your lips so tender on this cold Wintry night.
Dulcet fiery bows thou hast asked of me. I glow in hues of crimson beknowest mine pulsating heart burns amorously and tumultuously for thee. In the garden of dreams I dance among the stars. In the garden of mystery is where I find you are. In the garden of melody you tenderly warm my heart...Oh, mine wild heart & soul, come for me, now, beneath this canopy of numinous twinkling stars glistening upon patches of melted snow on this cold wintry night.
Yes, twinkling they do with smiles so bright, as I make my haste to thee, for upon them I have wished but once, for you to be with me. Your smile, your eyes, your touch all my life I have desired, for it is you that burns this raging fire that I cross the seven seas, Thy prince, thy king, thy lowly man, thine blessed eyes immortally but haveth seen, this man that seeks the beauty of your love, in this cold, wintry night.
Pregnant moon and ebony sky accentuate thy cerulean luminous eyes, hence, I feel myself drowning deeper inside of thy soul, where flames of passion consume me...inside and out. My lord of love, gentle flutters bequeath mine delicate body each time I spell thy name on my lips of berry where thy taste lingers. I am thirsty for thy long deep drink. Tonight, I shall drink thy wine. I, thy princess, thy queen, Thy fair maiden, am ready to dance to the song of your love with sweeten skin adorned by long silk caramel tresses on this sultry wintry night feeling the soft gale of a summer breeze.
The sweet fragrance of thiy loving bosom behooves me to make swift pace, I will be with thee my darling this very cold, wintry night. Every succulent and tantalizing drop of your love I keep within, and give you all I have to give from sunrise till moon's begin. In panoramic odyssey the skies but do explode, for enraptured I behold thy face as a rose would unfold. My wine is thine, your honey mine underneath these star sprinkled, moon glazed lights, and we embrace, kisses lover's taste, on this warm, wintry night.'
…and we danced in meadows 'neath the moonlit sky'
~ By Roguegent and Caprichos
Saturday, February 23, 2008
'Picture This' Graphic
“A Knight And His Lady”
Our Sharon’s (Peggy Paris)
Follow The Dream phrase
“Gentle On My Mind”
Dory girl (Blind Poet)
Behind The Mask Theme
Catch The Soaring Star phrase
'we/they danced in meadows 'neath the moonlit sky'