Called "Love"

Your skin glows like the peach,
Blossoms beautiful as the carnation
In the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your sweet voice
And leaps like a wolf
At the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in
On a great raven wing.

I am comforted by your soul
That I carry into the twilight of moonlight
And I hold you in my heart.

I am filled with hope
That I'm the girl
Who dries your tears of pain.

As the adrenaline falls from my head,
It reminds me I'm not dead.

In the quiet,
I listen for the tone of your lips
I wait in the darkness.

For your words so secret
So that we may collide as one, hands in hands
In search of the magnificent black and mystical feeling

called "love"