I Hold My Love

   I  Hold My Love.

In My Cupped palm

Of  criss cross lines,

I hold you, my Love!

You  are my breeze,

My bonanza, my bouquet!

Opening  like a  flower

Blossoming  into eternal,

Lasting  fragrance  dwelling

In Unshakable  Edifice.

I   hold  you my  Love.

Hidden  behind   gossamer

veil of fritter  and  frill,

aroma  of  Breeze peeps

In   and  out  of  the  window.

Curtain  partakes   of  the

Jubilation  Of Love’s  mirth.

 I hold you my Love,

My song, melody  rejuvenates

From   the tombs of

Antony  and  Cleopatra

Their  dead  angst into

 Not  A  Permanent  Threnody

But    everlasting   Bliss.

I hold  you  my  Love.

 Not a   cake, but a   cakewalk

Into  a life of  serendipity

And  high  thinking.