Solitary Sense

Watching your love ringing skies during rain,
An arouse of blazing bright colored ores.
Sprinting toward the wonder; Dashing insane
While you start to vanish as tears pour.

Hearing your love in my dreams every night,
Voice of elegance, of power, of grace.
Spanning to find your voice in mind's dark light;
In pursuit of the perfect purr through space.

Having taste for the rich rose that thou wear
With covetous clothes suiting your sweet smell;
Ensuing aroma which makes me care
About your scent- never withering pale.

Needing a direct touch of your fair heart,
So all my senses shall not be apart.

Jeff Haby