A Faceless Touch

How speak of love, without love? Indeed my love, a welkin
Tear. Something so seductive—the breadth of a needle.
Alert the soul, my love: the spirits rendezvous. Read the
Calligraphy of love. Must I fancy a vision:—else I must unsay.
Such novelty, a faceless love: we perish a faceless touch.
I tiptoe a twine of love. The vine, a tent of flames. My opus,
A flight of marvel: my nib, a mystic fount. Indeed my love, I
Ponder beauty: something so tragic, the gift of life; and
Something so dear, the reach of thoughts. Such glory, a sun
Sung soft; and such fever, a flaring heart. Our anthem, a
Dolor joy: our rapture, a faceless touch; and we love, a
Fervent flame. Indeed my love: how speak of love, without
Love? I fall, a portal light. Something so marvelous, an
Eternal cage: and something so aloof, a present force.