The whole harvest of my love sweetly stalks the kernels of Cupid's arrow, quietly poking at the patterns of magic.
Wanting the time to stand still, breathless, while my whole heart sings phrases that call upon the sun to shine above and beneath our core.
Rainbows rush to shape love at its finest hour.
My beating heart heats up to the sound of your voice,melting away any cold fronts my soul could weather.
The whole harvest of my love has no space for sale.
Priceless amenities acquired with trust.
The fences of my wisdom keep my love safe only for you.
A Poem, by Veronica Rain