Like Mother's arms in a thunderstorm
I am embraced by a beautiful emotion
that was born with the dew on the petals of a rose
and tenderly kissed by the seven' o' clock sun.
It is here in this blissful paradise
where my bursting heart belongs,
basking in the radiant glow of what
can only be defined as Being In Love.

Simple fondness could never reach
such a regal height where his image
is pleasantly stirred to the music
of every classic love song and the need to sing
is like a need to breathe.
Affection is too illiterate to find rhythm and rhyme
but for those in love, poetry is everywhere.
Too immature is infatuation to weather all the storms
and too irresponsible is a schoolgirl crush
that is likely to forget the details.

The very first look he cast my way...
The first time he seduced my ears
with his tempting voice...
The smile that brought me instantly to my knees...
These things I carry like cherished pictures
but not in dusty photo albums or in frames upon the wall.
In every breathtaking detail I can clearly see
his handsome face though my eyes remain unopened.

Glistening with mysterious charm his dark desert eyes
were the traps that he set to lure me and to capture me.
Sensuous and full but undeniably masculine his lips
I could kiss for hours and still be breathlessly in need of more.
A fragrance that defines him as he walks into a room
and softly lingers on the pillow long after he departs.
Savored, each lover's kiss he delivers to my trembling lips
leaving me helplessly intoxicated so long as he stays in my presence.
But quietly I fade as he disappears from view.

Complete and total immersion into the sea of heightened senses
is the only qualification to be deliriously in love.
Where the hours melt away as memories are being made
and the heart beats only to love again.
Weightlessly set adrift throughout time and space,
gently reaching a destination of all things beautiful
where even the sweetest of pain is lovely to behold.

Deanna Collins
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