Impulsive Poem by Gianni Pansensoy

Dearest woman, enter with a feathered lace,
caress the verses, the love of mine in phrase,
truest words, adore your golden heart, worth a praise,
if to covet you, the price is crucifixion, i will face.

There is nothing more noblest,
than to die for love, it's the sweetest.
Fair skin lady, feel the rhythm of my heart,
hear the music played, it beats your name, this love's the deepest.

Why do i love you the most? Facetious, impulsive sensuality,
which your exquisite beauty, authenticated by humility,
when in tragedy, illuminates dexterity,
where it's banal, your personality.

Fabled fairy, come with your crew and journal,
fabulous flashes, capture my song, surreal but literal,
far from me, listen between the lines, you're fantastical,
fantasm is gone, I do really love you, that's eternal.