Bring Me Bliss Poem by John Sensele

Breath of fresh air
A dream I cherish
A companion whose love I declare
Till the end will flourish.

Fountain from which love flows
Glows and slows down the loneliness
I feel when boasting blows
Cores and scores of my happiness.

Bouquet of roses
I smell with dimple delight
Whenever purification poses
Into my darkness cast her limpid light.

Apple of my eye
Bring to me succor
When arms fly to the sky
Where entwined we rip off rancor.