"vignette" a Sonnet

In my vertigo eyes waves liquid flow like air.
It's a feeling that creeps caress so debonair,
when she looks it comes in my ears like wedding cake,
her voice I do begin, sigh tears that fluff to taste.

So sweet laced with a charity of which is thee.
Her leniency giving aid on my mercy,
graced my tears confinement, over the years I shall pray.
Her love comes like a rush in my hands held to stay.

As I paint with a brush of which is feeling sowed,
abroad in the desert landscape breadth opening to flow,
unto forest hearken the glow in her scenes grace,
on the rim of her desires overlooking loves trace.

Glowing waves of eyes from vertigo laced desert,
touching her face the brush strokes the forest preserve.