To
Lizzie
Foremost of the Four
Passions
Your beauty, it shines like rays of light
into
the very depths of my soul
There
is nothing quite, can compare to it
It
blazes out like the hot golden glaze
of
the sun
The
hurling rush of time
even
secondary to the pounding
of
the flight of the flood within me
Gushing
blood throughout me
Blood-red
bursting within my innermost soul
appreciation,
love and life, of beauty pure and innocent.
The
crimson sheen all but glowing somehow
like
the whirlpools of blood, moist yet dry
the
pressure and exhilaration of the rush of pulsing red in my heart.