Let Passion Flow

I want to speak of love in vibrant hues,
With words that dance upon the page like fire,
To embrace the world, both tender and true,
In verses that ignite our souls' desire.

Let passion flow like rivers wild and free,
Unrestrained, like a tempest in the night,
To merge with nature's raw intensity,
And bathe in love's ethereal light.

The sun, a blazing orb, a lover's kiss,
Caresses the earth with warmth divine,
As blossoms bloom in tender, sweet abyss,
Whispering secrets, love's sacred sign.

Oh, let me paint the sky with fervent strokes,
As golden sunsets set the world ablaze,
And gentle waves embrace the shore in coax,
While moonlit nights ignite the poet's praise.

Each breath we take, a melody, a verse,
A symphony of love's eternal grace,
In every touch, a universe immerse,
And in your eyes, a tender, sacred space.

Let love be wild, untamed, like thunder's roar,
Unfolding like a bloom, vibrant and rare,
An ode to passion, forevermore,
A flame that burns, unyielding, in the air.

Oh, Neruda, your spirit still resides,
Within the hearts that long for love's embrace,
Inspiring souls to cast aside their hides,
And dare to love, with fervor and with grace.

So let me pen these lines with fervent soul,
In homage to your words, forever bright,
And through these verses, love's eternal goal,
Shall burn and shimmer, like a starry night.