Love Is An Emotion of Strong Affection

To one whose name is written 

in the faint perfume

upon my neck

Your hands gently tend my landscape
with their caress

Each and every flower,
you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth
of your undress.

You move your morning breezes
into the darkness
of my night
Until I no longer know the season
or present year
Time is of no essence
within my sight
Of warmth or cold,
I have no fear.

To one whose name is written
on every single line
of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance
of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape
in a world apart
Marked on a calendar
of none.

The cares of life, waft into silent pieces
as they come to light
When your morning breeze
moves
upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares
of ours.

To one whose name is written
in my eyes
as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink
flowing from our sun
My landscape
will be your garden harbor
From your breezes,
I will never run.