Our Love is a Still Living Fame

If this be love, may all weary breaths depart,

Since my velvet soul can flower now in peace,

To paint each hour with floral moods and grand designs,

And uplift the stormy angst of personal suffering.

If this be love, then let me sigh with magic finery,

No more shall I grieve the haunting that was my life,

For by the rose of love the private garden is transformed,

This is the season of our high delight, and shared,

It is an honour to attempt this highest goodness with you,

My devotion shall relinquish effort to the shrine,

Of our everyday happiness together, ever making signs,

And imparting the services of small equalities,

Sharing beauty and virtue interchangeable, in our bed.

~ by pressedintolove on August 22, 2008.