Nights Of Sunsetical Lives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tender and dear, your love is to my heart, pure and so
innocent, calling to me within an incessant and vibrant
melody.

Taking me into your arms, night after night, streams of
light filled with colors of the rainbow, tempting inner
desires and passion.

Rising higher and higher, taking above, my sorrow and
despair when I'm with you only, my dear, whispers of
silent love, enticing me through the night.

Filling me with effervescent and beautiful doilies of
our love, as we hold each other, nothing to interfere
or mar the feelings that we have for one another.

Stretching further into the years as we live together,
making love late into the nights of our sunsetical
lives on earth.