Trumpet Of Love Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

His heart is surrounded with emotions of eyes telling him he is the ocean of her love.

He hears symphonies of violins walking on his mind of love for everlasting romance.

Traveling the highway of unconditional love he dreams of summer days on the caravan of his thoughts.

Blind to his surroundings he descends to her silhouette and the rain examines his smile.

The moon guides him to impeach his faculties and he overdosed on her toxic kisses that left him paralyzed.

Weak from the pinnacle of her touches he drinks her pomegranate curves in a night of passion.

She launches his missile into the next dimension and his body is embalmed in the heat of her simulation.

Her domestic beauty sensed his supporting cast of fruits that he censored for her eyes only.

He petitioned the earth for a witness of his love; she surrendered the map of her heart to his sanctuary.

Quickened with his love for her he serenaded the Alps with flowers of historical genealogies.

Lost in love his mind discovered the lost city of Atlantis and produced Pandora's Box.

His trumpet of love caused Niagara Falls to sing panoramic sounds of pianos serenading Paris.

Written by Theodore Mosley
February 8,2017