Seeker

Love, What Is Thy Name?

The stars do not have number when compared

To the uncounted times I asked oh why

my senses melt in your allure so fair?

My love for you extends beyond the sky

 

Your voice intones a song in this my weary soul

I live for your intense and breathless kiss

As wily Eros quakes your wanton takes control

My will dissolves I sate myself in bliss

 

Your dark veiled eyes with raven’s wings above

Caress me like a morning mist upon dry grass

It cleanses this corrupted heart, my source of love

But your obscure gaze prays my notice lasts

 

Love’s fickle mood is thus; be sure of nought

We search for things that need not be sought