Iman in Rage and Sacrifice

In life, the color rages of red to say that I love your style in my fire of hell.  I am in you to say that I love when you rage in my fire by my side.  It is in rage that I see you clothed in reds and yellow as well as oranges and greens to dilute your very nature in the softness of your breasts.  I am in love with your rage as all comes calling to tempt me into manhood at the requisite charm of your blood in calling me to suit the nature of your soothing heart.  I find you appealing in your fire and to find that appealing, I find your rage calming as I steal your heart from the fire of the Heaven's blue.  I disguise myself as a man of peace, but in the fire of red, I find that appeal a disguise to the charm of a man known of Christ.  I am new to him and to find him in me is charming to me.  It is within Mother Teresa that I find him near and to see him dear is to include the charm of life in all that is the midnight sky in you.  Dream with me a little and desire in me all that you are.  Find in me your charm and tell me a story of anger so that I may take your fear from you in a way that slays your demons in blood.  I am yours in beauty and to say that I love you, says that I am in love with you in all the ways of charm and the love you have for me.  I am requisite and beautiful to you that charm, and I find myself delectable to you.  Find in me love and find in me red and tell me a story in bed.  I am new to you, and in you, I find myself in love with myself, my Lebanese Queen of charm and wit.  I am sensual to you, and in you, I find myself in sensuality and sex.  I am offered to you, much like Abraham and in Isaac may you be served.  I love you, offer yourself to me, and in you, may you find sweet music that softens your grace and loves your style in my face of name in the attributes of God.  Be real with me and sense your pride as I erase all of my easings in you.  In that sense, bring all the colors of the sky and tell me of glad tidings that I have for you in the color of midnight blues in the cry of the night.  Be my wolf in sheep's clothing and tell me of a time, with wine,  when all is right with you by my side.  It is near and so I tell you with fear, be love and be right, or death shall we part.  It is in fear that I say this with love, and in love, will I find you near to my heart.  I love you my Syrian Queen, and to be of love, is to be all that there is in me.  I am yours, but in your fear, my dear, might all be lost.