SLAYED BY YOUR LOVE

YOU ARE THE FLAME 
THAT MELTS MY CANDLE,
THE OXYGEN THAT FILLS 
MY LUNGS WITH LIFE.

WHEN I HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS 
ITS LIKE EMBRACING 
THE WARMTH OF THE SUN
ON A COLD WINTERS DAY.

THE SMELL OF YOUR HAIR 
ARE A THOUSAND TIMES THE AROMA 
OF FRANKINCENSE AND MYRRH 
LAVISHED ON A GARDEN OF ROSES.

THE SOFTNESS OF YOUR KISS
CAUSES ME TO CLOSE MY EYES 
IN TOTAL ECSTASY,
BECOMING LIKE A VOLCANO ERUPTED,
OVERFLOWING WITH UNCONTROLLABLE 
PASSION AND DESIRES.

YOU SLAY ME.

WILFORD BARKER.