Passion of Peace
A peaceful golden dawn,
A morning of silver silence,
The sanctity of holiness
Undisturbed, in the city of Lionel.
Sunlight streaming into the room
In which the two lovers lay asleep,
One embracing the other, as if
In a trance of lucidity.
Golden locks of hair, streaming
From the female's head,
Enveloping her beloved in
A cascade of sunlight.
The caress of a callused hand,
On the woman's smooth skin;
What greater pleasure does she
Deserve; other than the company
Of the one she cares about;
Of the one she loves;
Of the only man that she knows.
The only man that truly loves her.
A gentle passion,
Enveloped in silence,
A silence so peaceful
That time seems to fade.
Well, this one is…well…intended to deliver a hidden meaning. See if you can pick it up. It's got something to do with my life at the moment.