Poetry inspired by true Love

A Sonnet for You

To paint your beauty, oh I desire it so much
But all the colours of this world are not enough
Your essence I can never touch
You are One, all the rest are grey and rough

Am I the phoenix of your painful lust?
Our bodies fuse into the flames of doom
Flesh and feathers turn to dust
A kiss to make again the ashes bloom

Of words so poor is the human kind
Yet so rich of feelings is my heart
For our Love the word I’ll never find
But seeking it, I’ll tear the Universe apart

With you a single moment, a tiny instance
Gives meaning to a lifetime of existence

pophristov