Change on a rose

If the rains told a soft love story
It's Chorus on your body would be my only true love
Having your hand to cry into is like the smallest lake forming into the depth of my love for you and dipping my toes into it's splashes of light.
Creating the feminine of my being is like looking into the mirror of our eyes and never blinking a second away.
If the scent of your nourishment could fill my being I would bless the food you offer me with a thousand love stories to this tiny toy of your devine worlds
If a room could grow into a life
It would become the arch of an arch angel
To hold your deepest sadness at bay
If I could contain the relief of your smile
I would faint with scent of your sentience breathing wonder into my indignities lost.
The delicate solemnity you brought to one breath raised my knowledge of heart from loves captivating rescue to newness of light.
When my feelings break for love of your caressing thoughts how could all life still sway in its contained seas in the breath of your presciousness.
If a sail were an unseen angels wing I would dress you like a goddess of victory in its magical love and light so you could create a legion of angels akin.
As I love the devine spark in you the devine loves through my love, for you bless humanity with every devine caress of air