My love is more often sweltering hot
beneath the pensive gaze of tender thought
from your fire and brimstone kind of kisses.
I am lost in the heatwave I have brought,
caught in the new drama of desire sought.
My heart beats out a love song to be sold:
a song of your heart once again retold
and sung with pulsing to our Love's refrain.
A miracle is waiting to unfold,
its value and worth beyond that of gold.
I stagger with hope under the threshold
of Love's ever firm and tender handhold.
My loving arms the bearer of our dreams,
the holder of my earnest-driven soul
given to your heart so steady; yet bold.
Hear the urgent call, my most handsome Knight.
Feel the pulse of my far-reaching delight
as it rushes fast to our sea of need.
I am lost in your embrace in firelight
that seeks what must be by cover of night.
