A Perfect Love

A shade of green is a thought among the eyes.
It comes to me and the surprise quickens my mind.
I am in you and to see you standing there weakens the knees.
Will it be forever in you to see me as divine,
or will the sorrow in my rage burn with a fire inside.
I rummage my mind and the fester boils my skin.
Thoughts race within me as I tell you my story,
and you come running to tell me I love you.
It is a time of repentance as I move on you with ease.
When all comes undone, I find myself defenseless in you,
the night returns and I find my life divulged in you.
The mind goes quiet and the fumes of my embers burn with blood,
and the slow twist of your kiss covers me unknowingly with joy.
Slowly I understand my faults and the skin boils into nothingness.
My heart slows to a pace of unremitting grace as I slowly fade.
In the shadows of my memory, my feet move slower now,
as I take refuge with the grace of the Prophets of old.
Time comes calling and upon the rock of the throne,
my hands become hardened and the Book calls me home.
In the time of retreat, I know defeat not and the sands of time greet me with a calling of horns.
I have know not illness and to find myself acquitted delineates all fear in me.
I repeat the lines of yearning as to find the scholar in me,
and the time of repentance knows no calling in my solitude.
I know nothing of defeat and in the quiet, I hold onto belief,
and to divide me, divides me completely upon the seas of joy.
So tell me of secrets and spice up my words that are charming to the ear.
Show me what is dear and have no fear in the demands that move me.
For this is a time of learning and I find your charm dancing in my arms.
I dream of Allah and the priceless calling of sapphires in your eyes,
veiled in the win and the allure of your eyes calling me sensually.
I am fire and ice and I find myself burning with the flames of your heart.
It is the sunrise of my dreams that I sense your weeping,
as I wait for you in the deep of my yearning.
I suffer for you and I wait for you my Beloved.
The time is close and I fall upon you with the Sword of Michael,
and may the Hammer of Gabriel fall upon you with love and sensuality.
Be mine, my love, and tell me of something you want,
and if it be me, tell me of something I can do for you.
For I love you and the want in me desires you now,
to enter you fully and to hear you calling my name.