The heart during art

the love in winds 
correlated with her essence 
and air seemed to elated 
my presence. 
now floating allayed 
towards her space, 
and the way the waves 
would imitate 
how her hair undulated, 
was of adjacent to my touch" 
reviving my afferent impulse 
to a more, 
sensitive initiative tone of key 
like" clavichord" 
living me almost succumb, 
to what normally im accustomed.  
with no difference 
and no better" 
her love just always 
elevated for greater.
for she studied 
my pleasures 
from our pass 
love treasures. 
It felt more dilicate 
too duplicate  
what she dedicated. 
but she was more 
A rose with out thorns. 
exquisite gossamer 
A fine delic
that soon will gift 
the world 
with new heart 
created in her. 
Because I loved her. 
And she loved me
Our image will live
Another century.