A poem about love in sonnet form

Secret Love


Towards love we will go to where it is soft
to touch the perch on which he lays his heart
perhaps I'll meet him in the Holy loft
up on that place where lovers never part
Beside his soul I'll hover still as tree
without a sound to break the spell of love
my eyes will speak of tender poetry
to him, who woos me like a turtle dove
I'll bellow out and sound like a kazoo
and he will surely hear my mating call
approaching from the heaven's oh so blue
a paramour of beauty five feet tall
I'll meet him in the sky so tender oft
inside this dream of old impassioned soft*

Inside this dream of old impassioned soft
the beating of my wings against your chest
we must arrive no matter what the cost
inside this Shangri-La of joy and bless
To press my cheek against your velvet crush
and run my fingers through your ebon hair
to whisper words of love until you blush
beneath that sweet emollient moon so fair
For when our souls begin to journey on
to where the stars are shining their own light
I'll be the luster that will heal your qualms
and bring you to me like a shining knight
when hour is shorn and we are born again
we'll be together like, one last Amen*

We'll be together like one last Amen
and live as dusk and dawn by ocean view
we'll soar like angels in God's glistening den
then you will know for sure that I love you
we won't be needing food or clothes or drink
I'll be a Rose of Sharon in your hand
inside this special place we'll seal the link
forget the world out there, its simply grand
when lovers meet beyond all space and time
there is nowhere to go but deep inside
when lovers love with pure hearts so Divine
the bells of Notre Dame are on our side
so let us be the ether of loves waft,
towards love we will go to where its soft.