With A Burning Passion

The best in me is brought forth by your name in mind

and such feeling brings upon a kindness so keen,

Imperfect as we may be, we may stride,

hands held and lips embraced at every stop.

The future ahead expands, clouded,

Yet illuminated by such passion.

Be it infatuation that we feel,

then be it justified by a Loving Lord.

And in case such love is to soon born,

and too swift in developing,

may it be known that the matter at hand

is that it is real and it grows

quicker than time transcends the human psyche.

O'Angels on high, I beseech you to smile upon this love,

for it is invigorated by this first love of mine,

For that which is God my master.

Beautiful in every sense is she,

my love is swiftly but surely growing,

A human heart cannot contain such a thing

as what is being molded within me.