New Love 2 Poem by DM W

As I look deep within your eyes of pale blue
I perceive something pure like flowing streams
Or summer's blood red roses in full bloom.
May gentle angels visit you in dreams.
You resurrect spring in my ageing bones.
Love is two solitudes that meet and greet.
It's a tender light between dark unknowns.
Like vintage wine it is rich and sweet.
It stirs the vital seeds of Creation.
O it creates novel modes of being!
And gives birth to most enchanting notions.
It involves a marked change in perceiving
The world and its hardened patterns. So why
Is it Love's soft fires often fade and die?