Ignited with the pinnacle of love she adorns life with the epic cry of everlasting love.
She creates whirlwinds of treasures from the sanctuary of her mind.
Listening to the winds of heaven she displays the love of undiscovered creations.
The flowers sing to her when the morning dew opens her eyes with soft petals of songs.
Consecrated and purified she walks the clouds of her dominion.
Love personified she encamps the souls of hearts that are lost in love.
Gracefully enduring the flight of afflicted dry bones she ascends waterfalls of lost tears of love.
The sound of her walk creates hearts of occupied carpet rides throughout the Milky Way.
Fortified with hands of splendor she decorates hearts of love with her timeless words of censorship.
Sitting on immovable crescents of kisses she descends off the insatiable nights of lovers' paradise.
When her heart soared the Orion the Constellation wept for her presence.
The earth moved beneath her voice as she started singing to the Rain Forrest.
On the Eiffel Tower of her love Sheila Nicole Mosley birthed the solar system with her smile.
Written by Theodore Mosley
September 30
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem