The Motion Of Emotions In Fruition Poem by John Sensele

The diamond-encrusted tiara
On the head of feelings I harbor
As in mind I behold the aura of Aurora
In a love labour

To delight Aurora's might in the moonlight
Shimmering and glowing on the periphery
Of the penultimate night I bite
On the ferry

I board with bated breath in the passion
Fastening common sense to sentiment
In the dimension of the emotion
Of the love torment I never meant

As in pain Myrtle on a bed lies
Quizzing my determination to bring her plan to fruition
In the heat of the moment she flies
On Cloud Nine when emotion

Takes over proceedings
Egging our hearts to synchronise
With intensive feelings on ceilings
Where without further ado we organize

A house warming party
Within our inner circle
Where in the company of top society
We savour our love miracle.