Member Rara Avis
Caught in your irrevocable
Hasp of soul-beating wings, I
Relish your sensitivities, and
Intriguing reach of depthless deeps.
Such peace-wrenched bliss, I'm ever
Torn that you, my soul, my
Only, live beyond a cruel cold sea;
Painting your life's art, your love I
Hear exquisite, yet yearn for touch.
Ever safe, you reside in me
Resting wild, Dove of my life, flight-free.
...he knows the needs of my passions, he sates the searching of my soul...