Of Love And Beauty (Tales Of A Girl Weary) Poem by J. Fern Mossely

YEARS have passed since I've
written you, Beloved.
Years of emptiness and cold.
Might you spare a touch
of warmth?
My soul feasts on your love.
Tis dead without it.
Your love and passion ignite a
blaze in my depth.
Oh how I have longed for your
touch these many years.
But I cannot express my
passion on parchment.
Come back to me, My Love.

DEAR sweet Angel of Heaven.
How your beauty has spoiled me.
For no one in this land can compare
to your fair features.
Your beauty overwhelms me,
like a cloud of loveliness.
My very being craves your touch.
And my lips long for yours with
such a passion the cosmos could
not withhold me.
Your beauty is that of a dove,
crooning a love song to her
Beloved.
I am coming, O Fairest One!