Updated: Dec 30, 2020
Pondering thoughts of love to be achieved,
For you I would die to protect your smile.
Never to dawn a mask that would deceive,
This is the glistening smile that beguiles.
In all creation nothing surely breathes,
To make my blood boil like your need to touch.
Crimson footsteps of paradise bequeathed.
Then rivers of red run freely as such.
As in times of old, tongues speak of romance,
Passion that shone like the sun on a stage.
Our vivid minds where desire was enhanced,
Love was a harbor in a storm of rage.
Traveling to a world, not seen, but seized,
Days shall not be felt again such as these.
Timothy Michael DiVito c1993