In Thine Lips Be Poetry Sublime Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

In thine lips I'd write the sweetest prose
never e 'er to be washed away with time.
In them i would, that words would bloom as
rose
kiss poetry with verse, and verse with line.
Those tender lips, they follow me in bed,
oh bed be death, with thee I' d rise no more.
Petals o 'er thy lips scattered in my head
as million words lay still, in my heart more.
In those I long to kiss, doth wait the write
of what my hands, my heart could but ignite.
My heart enslaves my hands, my hands doth
write
of life o 'er death as love be day or night.
...Love, in thine lips be poetry sublime
...never e 'er to be washed away with time.