You are a whirlwind inside my head <br />I try to capture your essence, your spirit <br />But you elude my slender grasp. <br />I ride the storm rejoicing, <br />As the filaments of your web bind me <br />Ever closer to your soul. <br /> <br />You are a meadow within my heart, <br />I feel your serenity and your heady scents <br />Transport me to the delights of Eden. <br />How can life a precursor be? <br />When all of heaven greets my astonished eyes <br />With each moment that we share. <br /> <br />You are the music of my soul, <br />No symphony is equal to your grace and charm, <br />No aria lifts my spirit in the way you do. <br />Each hour with you is a hymn to love. <br />Wisps of wonderment seep like mist from my mind, <br />For my passion is requited.<br /><br />Maureen Travers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-passion-4/
