Harness this heart and ravish its fabrics,
Wrap it around your ring finger and let it linger on your finger-tip.
I thought flowers only existed in gardens, pardon my eyes you are a cherry blossom.
You are a hellebore in autumn, your face is the colour of love.
I stood shook in astound held in spellbound when your centred lips whispered “I love you”.
Perhaps a string of three mere words but these words mattered to me for they are matters of the heart.
Words that inside subside a calling for you and I to unite.
I find myself breathing, hoping that the breeze carries with it a burst of your fragrance to quench my thirst
I yearn for your love.