Storm

As widow's tears blend with the rain,
My heart whispers your name in vain.
Desire's flame burns, fierce and bright,
Yet shadows loom in love's dim light.

Beside you, blessings I seek to find,
A union of body, soul, and mind.
Yearning for the days of yore,
When minds entwined and spirits soared.

A gift divine, this sacred form,
Not to be taken by passion's storm.
A true man walks the path of heart,
Where love's deep roots take hold and start.

In the dance of past and present's embrace,
We seek the touch of a deeper grace.
To know each other beyond the skin,
Where the soul's journey truly begins.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis