The ways in which you hold my love aloft

The ways in which you hold my love aloft

are more profuse than petals on a day.

For all the time against your gentle soft,

effusive breath escapes the time I lay

against your faulty chest and speckled skin

and regard the choral of your passion -

its waltz athwart your half-moon tilted grin,

a wondrous vision I could ne'er fathom.

Thou art lovely, with penchant towards wit,

knowledge, a caring heart, and blessed song

more radiant than e'er composed, befit

you and only you to whom I belong.

Everyday I find another feature

to praise dearest love in rhymed meter.