Her Love Has My Soul Yielded In Life As A Moment Poem by Bonzell Joins Jr

Her love has my soul yielded in life as a moment,
An etherized glance stalks all that faith has believed;
While the aroma of red roses fragrant less to her scent,
Dare compare passions birth of seed now conceived.
Knowing all that endearing thoughts an action display,
Relinquish quiet appeals are subdued on tapestry worn:
An old thing finely loomed by craftsmen skilled on a day,
To now bare witness of purpose to which it's adorned.
Oh, the inward seduction design design of divine creations will,
Where bright lights expand to numerable to number,
Manifested her before time invisible had yet revealed;
Presently, now has awakened my heart from slumber.
Love truly in all manner of days as life extends it measure,
Time only shortens to days then just moments of pleasure.