My Love, Juliet Ml Poem by John Sensele

My Love, Juliet ML

Your skin glows like the green apple I hold, blossoms consummate like a red rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your oboe voice and leaps like a gazelle at the whisper of your name, Juliet ML.
The evening ascends in on a great eagle wing as I sing for you.
I am calmed by your skinny jeans that I carry into the twilight of dame beams and hold tight to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of limpid water if they should roll down your dimples.
As your enchanting eyes roam from my white t shirt to your snow-white heart, I whisper your name, lady.
In the hushed hum of my crib, I listen for the last whisper of the spring.
Your svelte silhouette leaps in that little black dress melts my mind. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your cosy comfort to dream as one from svelte silhouette to svelte silhouette, in search of the glorious turquoise and spiritual tryst of our love.