your new home

The Heaven of your Perfect Form.
_____________________________

you certainly have
a style all your own..
and your face creates
a poem..like this lost
garden where angels
roam.. tearing up paper
silhouettes of demonic
comedians.

(for all the world to see)
_

May My Heart 
Be Your New Home
My Sweet!..with rose
floors, rainbow
ceilings...

and birds flying
freely without 
cages..

Where no one ever
weeps, and children
do not lose the innocence
in their faces!
_


I love the way this
feels...

like making loving
during an electric
storm..

My Cup Truly runneth
over..

(to the point it Spills)

and I would be happy
Forever..

Knowing the Heaven
of Your Perfect Form!!

(before which I kneel.)

J.Stephen.H.