Passion of A Rose: Passionate cries from the angel express the passion within its heart... full of appraisal for the love it knows

The heart of fire within your eyes
Shows the great passion within that has yet to reveal
The power and grace that is you.
This great fashion, a steamy river, for
I have seen the teary eye of your heart
That quenches all hate and sin within.

My heart of darkness and solemn winter heart
Slips into spring and I lift my wings
And hear my heart's lonely wimper die away.
The stars are my destiny as I search for paradise
Upon my cloud where I play the sweet angel
Looking up at the stars in wonder and amazement.

You play the coy Venus and I the sober Mars
Where within fantasy both clash and harvest
The new formed life, the seeds of two worlds, Hermaphrodites.
You sing me the song of beauty
And I dance over a river of fire;
Both our hearts ignite, successful Icarus.

Once desert winds turn into the fresh breath of a flowing river
As April showers and sober October illuminate and burn
With a new found energy and grace as uniform as a circle.
The love of a woman would be fearful if it were not for
The love that I hold for that star and heart that
Is an immortal sun to this white rosebud upon thy soft lips.


The passion burns into the sun... and love heightens... and flows like a river... never ending even as life takes over...

This poem is of the passion that comes with love... with the love of an angel... and the love of its goddess... that passion, eternal as the passion itself...