Under a midnight sky

In the depths of a lovers gaze , I penetrate the warmth of her soul with heartfelt intensity . I bask in the fragrance of a rose , that haunts my senses in an orchard of dreams . I dare not wake . I glow in the aura that resonates from within . Yet I able not stagnance through stance . Inner tremours shaking my very existence to the core . I'm at a cynical loss of breath at every steal of a glance , though ease I'll find in mere thought that I prance in her receptive embrace . Deafening murmurs translates into a flurry of overwhelming patronage , and perseverance personifies gust . How best I describe a peach in surreal arbour , that splashes scattered dropletts of lusty vigour in fiscal feign . My heart bleeds to dance under a midnight sky , with a dimley lit moon , where only the collision of our servetude transcends into glowing endeavours . I farewell not in solitude and savour us interjection in just , and stares starry-eyed like bending light through a dusky cloud in a preferred autumn seige . I shall forever hold you my mayflower ,amongst those brightly bared in my reverie.