Misty Mysterious Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

His eyes: hazel - marbled, mysterious,
look into mine like frightened little birds.
His voice: broken - bewildered, uncertain,
says more through the silence than through his words.

He emerges from the mist of my thoughts,
and the time and distance come to an end.
He's more than a feeble flickering flame.
He is purest of the pure, my dear friend.

I was like a cloud lost in poetry,
and he was the rainbow that gave me hope.
Ribbons of color burst forth from his soul.
His loving heart is a Kaleidoscope.

I dance in the colors that come with bliss,
captivated more than he'll ever know.
He's my felicity, burns me down, and
sets me on fire with his heavenly glow.

Misty mysterious, the foam of dreams,
swallows my heart in licentious embrace.
Earth loses its balance; I fall to him,
a shower of love that covers his face.

He is so beautiful to look upon
when he is sleeping or standing still.
I love him with passion, love him with fire.
I love him with joy, and I always will.