The Essence Of Love
Form: Saraband Sonnet
The fire to melt my blood of ice
The touch that makes the senses glow
With hands that lead the heart's device.
In coldness love's vibrant flow'r
Is crimson hued in ruby heads
Of amaryllis that shine red
A mark of time; the winter's hour.
Delights in winter wonderland
Yet hungers for flames in the snow
Then flows as grains of hourglass sand.
We walk beside the frozen pond
The place they call the lover's gate
'Tis there we share the kiss of fate
The essence of love sealed our bond.