Sonnet To A Beloved In The Spring Poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo

In danceless steps you twirl with angel’s wings,
my eager self still reaching for your hand,
your arms, your anxious self, concentric rings,
your stepless dance with me, without demand

while vertigo spins out of my control;
you touch me gently, spark my inner drive,
wreak senseless havoc with my aching soul
that strives to keep strange loving goals alive.

So rich you feel the depth within your heart,
I waiting till you break through dauntless walls
that bind your passion, hold ourselves apart
from perfect bliss we had, my mind recalls.

Like burning stars, we shine by darkest night
by day unseen, though glowing just as bright.