Friday, February 15, 2008
My world, like in Genesis, so dark
devoid of form and void.
Home to many a painful memory
and dreams yet unborn, lurks in the shadow
Your heart, the long sought match-stick
stricken against my lone match-box heart,
a little spark, then a tiny tinge
and a glow so tender is born!
Your tender glow, my gloomy heart ignites
revealing Eden's treasure, long lost
for once again, I became your guiltless Adam
and you, my innocent Eve!
For let me be the candle wax
upon whom your passionate flame burns
loosed in your warm innocence
two hearts, melting into one