Topaz Sky

So much a fervent smile: pink and shy, my love. Here’s a
Jasmine rose, my cello soft; and what the mystery, an anklet
Gold; and what the mystic, my winsome soul. Our love, a
Tulip green; and purple prayers, a precious pearl; and so
Discontent—a gentle war; and so incomplete—a color torn;
But flavored hope, a tropic stem; and desert light, a
Diamond wind. Such violet blue, a virtue rare; and fire
Heart, a forest storm. My aqua sky, a jasper flame; and fluid
Waves, a sudden volt. We mingle thoughts, adrift a cloud;
And sightless touch, a sandy breeze. Infuse the soul, my
Fetching queen; and sand the bark, a trestle fair; for faint
Enchant, a mental stir; and edges hewn, a sagic grey.
Inflame the thirst, a heavy rain; and heal the angst, a mystic
Flame; for florid love, an attic flare; and distant heart, a tint malaise.