Chiron Christi

Crown Of Love

With folded wing of angelic light,
no more is taken,
those lonesome journeys
into the star dust nights.
For love has come
to crown with healing,
the wounds of a loving heart
and fill with meaning,
the empty feelings
that loneliness imparts.

Now crowned in glory,
the lovers song is sung,
as happy eyes sing and dance,
beneath a symphony of the sun.

Grasped hands in lover's truth;
gentle with embracing strength.
A magic that in mystery grow, from the sacred seeds that lovers sow.

Messages of silence,
reflected in talking eyes, with bowing ears that search for words,
written in a lovers smile.

A whispered touch almost unknown
in passion's parted lips,
that softly moan for warm embrace
and entwining lovers rhythm.

Passions stirring an inner sea from its restful state of slumber,
to rush us to a distant shore,
in a climatic crest of wonder.

Encircled arms,
spent of love's embrace; the taste of love's excitement,
upon thy lovers' breast.

Oh, crown of love thy zenith,
is the door of pleasures stay.
Where expression of
the deepest depths,
becomes the lovers play.

For revealed above all sorrow,
is the grandeur lovers share,
that gives to them a
CROWN OF LOVE
alone they could not wear.

THE END

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