Scorpio's Sonnet

The delicate perfume of a spring rose.

Autumn's aroma at halloween's fayre.

Nature's own sugar dancing in the air.

Fresh coffee warming a frost nibbled nose.

Safe under blankets as the cold wind blows.

Falling fast for a Prince's loving stare.

Lost in his kiss, forgetting all your cares.

A flame burns out, stealing all your woes.

I'm a thief of hearts, worthy of true love.

His is an ethereal rarity.

A collection of life's divinities.

River boats, cherry blossom and white doves.

Woven together with threads of beauty

And burning brighter than the stars above.