An examination of the soul

The deepest thoughts on my feelings for her.

The sun runs away into the moon at her approach.

Fragrant rosebushes droop and wilt at her passing.

Bluebirds cease chants when her feet stop.

Black death rots the core when she resumes.

A pastoral picture she paints in my mind; neurons trigger

good thoughts and siphon

 euphoric dreams into my veins

sourced from her wondrous being.

She plays the strings of my heart, breaks them, restores them,

breaks them again and restores them anon.

 

Am I slave to the wants of my heart?

This question is not the essential point.

 If happiness begets happiness,

then allow my happiness to multiply endlessly in her care. 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.