Temple of Love

Our bodies are a temple
Where dwells our love,
Flying on a cloud
Beside pure, sweet, doves.
And our purity, our truth
Stands out from the crowd.

And within this temple grand
Lies a heart.
A simple room,
Yet a work of art,
Fragrantly filled
With love's perfume.

And there is a name,
A name on the walls
Of my heart's room,
Painted with blood.
This name is yours,
Yours alone,
Never to chip, nor fade, nor fall
Only deepen and bloom
For always.

 

 

Made by Black Rose