"passionate kiss" a Sonnet

I live on the moment we meet,
on fences falling for a kiss,
between the defenses that be,
from fears fleeting love that is bliss.

It's been a waning fantasy,
that is a fire fed on embers,
alive in our heart an ecstasy,
like a fallen oak that timbers.

In slow motion on the phone love,
I live to hear your voice say, "I,
I love you too, in my heart dove,
for your an angel I know why.

Your soul came on my windowsill,
with roses of my heart that build."