Lunar Love

Such lunar love, a fever faint, the flux of light, a tale to paint.
My dellic soul, adrift the wind, akin to plight, a lion’s den.
Indeed the heart, a phantom love, a passion kiln, a biblic
Flood. And mystic flirt, a subtle flame, a portrait grey, to ease
The pain. My lunar love, a secret chant, a violet ray, a soul to
Pant. Indeed a tear, a lotic wave, a cryptic touch, a sagic
Flame. And orpine dream, a saintly soul, an aster field, a
Heart of gold. But lunar love, a scarlet moon, a light to
Wink, the tint of gloom. My fever faint, a treasure trove, an
Omic star, a garnet grove. Indeed a voice, a whisper soft, a
Fuse aflame, a subtle loss. And ether heart, a secret kept, a
Nettle root, a deep affect. My lunar love, a nature coy, a
Welkin rose, a sullen joy. Indeed the wind, a riddle cold, a   
A stippled dream, a fulgent soul.