My Lady Poem by Alexander Wojno

Thine heart be an eclectic blend of surreptitious beaty, strewn with the fruits of love and vitality

Laden art thou, with utterings of a candid spirit, thine kismet calls

To the sacred heart of mesmeric grace, I beseech thee

To lay upon mine despondent character, a burning silver taper,

Forge the majestic constructs of a passion unknown

Ignite a tactile carnal wisdom, I praise thee

Grant me the distinction of propriety in thine eyes

And come the speck of dew on morn, by the greeting of the solar vehemence

Let not our union falter
Alexander Wojno