I'm writing of love to my lover's heart.
It's be awhile since I've seen your auburn eyes.
They inspire my pen and stimulates my mind
to creations and sensations of my volume of my
love.  I write of love, my favorite pasttime
with you.

I realize it's a gift from heaven as you are a 
gift to this man kissing your hands soft as
ivory snow.  I can't accomplish writing an anthem
of love, without you flourishing my mind with the
words to relax my soul.

The fire burns for you and empowers me with the
warrior to defend our hearts.  Just for you are
penned the words to comfort inner soul, to bring
forth emotions not of despair, but to inflate your
mind with thoughts of me, the want of your love.

How can I write without inspiration; telling you, you
are more lovely than roses and poises and poses with
elegant beauty embracing your exquisite design.

Travel with me through the halls of poetry and prose,
and raise my consciousness to more flavorable poems,
of candy sweetness, of honey drops, and honey is you.

This poem is missing something, I'm missing you.  Be 
my everlasting enchantment upon my mentality; stir every
atom of my brain and let love reign and let it rain.

This day I've been accepted in your arms, you embrace my
torso and I've been mushy every since that hour of your
loving showers.

The Wand of Love is your hands, caressing, snuggling in 
your arms, waving goodbye to the old and saying hello to
your new love, me.