My Love

The pentacle states
we're grounded here
in lonely rains
Aces turn and beckon
to hold you near

Those big, brown eyes
are the calling card
imprinting your voice
into those thoughts and dreams
outlasting several years

Insidious depths we swim
for love, my dear

Storms brood and clear
while we wait,
holding conversations
delicate as a paper rose
while I insist
that all my heart
is for you to hold