WALK TRUE LOVE'S PATH

Rose's petals, strewn upon Path's light,
Throughout Wood's darkest moonlit night,
Mark the trail along Love's design,
Over Field's trials of labor and pain,
And form the trestle on young Marries' bridal train.

Kindled flames flicker, as red-hot they burn,
While dancing to the rhythm found in Passion's playful tune.
Lip's quiver beckons to taste Sweet's emotion upon Love's face.
Beholding one anothers' adoring eyes, divine,
They see into their Hearts' scarlet deep entwine.

Two, enamored by all they feel,
(for each other)
Share an endless heavenly thrill.
Pair's mates, friends ever be, make Love's display;
Crimson's ribbon ties the knot of their Love's array.

The stick from Thorn's surprising stab,
'Tis Love's own wild sting on the back
Of Hand's sweet tender caress:
What flows freely from Life's veins,
Paints Rose's petals made red by Blood's own stains.

Where Love's passion yields not to any Others' flame,
'Tis therein where all such lovers are forged the same:
Wholly, into one their hearts become,
So endlessly together Love's blood,
Rich with Sweet's romance, doth run.

Cradled in Lap's luxury,
True these two remain,
Free from Lust's grip,
Safe within Destiny's domain,
Sealed with Trust's kiss, lip upon lip.