Like A Flower All Over My Pen.

Looking for her midnight when Shakespeare wrote his dream
Please take up the offer of some summer sun if in need
I'll lift up a pen to tell her its been a never or even a when
Because poets know its flowing like a flower all over my pen
The chocolate you tasted has left a sweet taste in my mouth
No tastier when I ran and flew off to a place called south
Books she may have written with enchanted cities she won't go
Even love that lasts for a minute has a whole lot more to show
Catacombs in Paris where death resides dances up in Heaven
And so flowers are the taste of sweet honey for me, Kevin
Keats wore bright stars placed upon a poem beautifully penned
With some wuthering heights and her heart, she would lend
As music moves to the rhythm of her pulsating loving caress 
We sit together writing poetry on a riverside built poets nest
Flair feeds her beauty into showing where intelligence failed
Poems I have written to her sweetheart told the sea she sailed
String quartets played on broken wings spiralling towards me
Hair glittered with inspiration running wildly as she could be
When sun-drenched pools of lovely skin turn my emotions on
For her heart has slid beneath my sorrows of another kiss gone
Such intentions reminded me that it suddenly became a blur
Illuminating uncontrollable visions of delirium caused me a stir
Orchestrate with her walk there enlightened the truth of glory
Gloriously creating her poetical mind that loves to tell a story
She wears a mosaic on her sleeve painted by a great Da Vinci 
Illusionistic architecture beauty calls God down on New Guinea
And papa sat at home whispering dreams for me to fall in love
Already amongst seeds breeding a scent of what's left to have
The rainbow that she maintains with the ease of picking a rose
Ribbons pinned her heart on me and the feeling of it came close
Of catching the wind blowing in her soul with a grin on its face
If falling in love becomes a reality of a real heightened place
For my mother will look and see that her determined softness melts
Her heart is the trust in a loves hurt sometimes when its dealt
Her love loves back relentlessly revealing a gift from Gods door
Finally, now we're together, will be back next year to tell you more.