Ensnared by devotion
and still seized by such sweet falsetto tones,
her gaze remains fixated on
the dark side of the sun, even as her wings
Time must be suspended in Lovers’ eyes.
Her compassionate words continue to
So eager to experience
the sensation of your breath upon their delicate letters.
May enough ink ever be spilled to fill the pages of dedication?
How is it that you may even
to contemplate passing up
the symphony of her heart
The harmonics of affection survive upon such fragile wavelengths.