More joy he would hardly seek.
But she was a delight to see that made him happy.
And fall before the spirit.
To live in a blue world.
Attached to her tender, affectionate body quivering in the sun.
That gives a piece of paradise, to a skylark.
longing mirage of passions unfolded in a room.
With air that romances the humble atom to a rose whirlwind of flowering
Desires to be held in the bossom of loves altars.
Vincent Silvertop
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-102/
