The story on your heart

Let me write my story on your heart.
Let your soul know me with the love of God.
Let me crawl on the ashes of your lost loves, my emerald, as I travel closer to devine love within the decanter of your pouring soul as the sonnets unfold their joyous call to gentle fields of home within your arms.
My sensitive queen spill your pure cup into my heart.
Laboreously dance the song of your desires that I might present the figure of this angel beyond this light I see within your eyes.
My innocent lamb of fantasias mysteries imagine as I tolerate the brilliance of your thoughts entwined in mine.
Dearest soft doll enrich my once empoverished expressions of life in void without the presence of appreciation of your illuminating light.