I get glimpses of who you are
Makes me want to return from afar
Your soul seems suffused in light
Like a moth to a flame it seems so right
Your warmth and sweetness
Becomes my weakness
Drunk on the your nectar
Like a bee, I am a collector
The intenseness of our communication
Has made a scintillating combination
The sound of your laugh, seems like fate
Arouses me, a cicada calling for a mate
An entomologist of feelings
Love-lust unreeling
When captured in loves net
Will emotions grow and thrive yet?
Finding characteristics of my soul mate
Are we destined to flirt, spoon and separate?
Sparking colour like a fire fly
Will love live or die?
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 