Your words prepare me for my first taste of passion,
The verses are sweeter than the fragrant jasmine ,
Only if you could walk freely upon my blessed paths,
You will see my love for you is as clear as a passing spring,
Crossings have kept us apart, for only the gods have heard my nightly dreams,
As I sit in solitude and converse with my guided spirit, I ask where is the soul that will complete me,
I hear a gentle reply deep within, he is a poet, he is one individual, but he carries your love with him as he would be many…

By HIS ANGEL