Object Of Affection


Intoxicatingly lingering

With the deep impact of life.

It is he that still hears me,

A voice never forgetting.

You come with a resiliency

It never trembles,

We are the ones who love

For what other reason

Than to love.

For else is to be forgiven.

Its the object of love becoming

In the adulation of our affection,

An allegiance of amour,

In appreciation undeniably.

This is our awaking soon

It’s an ardency, ardor,

An attachment, cherishing,

My crush of delight.

You have my devotedness,

My devotion and emotion,

And this life of enchantment,

Like life into the womb

This life to begin anew

And you; Thee,

The object of my affection.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s