Devoted To Tigran

You come and go like the wind
Sometimes in wistful whispers
But more often in that of a summer storm.
I love you in your gentle form of
Whispering summer wind and I love you when you blow my mind with stormy weather.
I love you in the changing of your mood
from dark to light.
I love the changing of your body from common mortal to immorality.
I love you for your rare ability to change.
Weither your essence be flowers, snow or rain-
I love you in every change.
Your body is like a work of art
Your face reminding me of everyone
I have ever seen or ever thought to see, weither in reality or in just a cloud of passing dreams or signs from the future.
You have an artistic face that no one soon forgets.
Your mind is like an ocean mysterious and changing, always on the move from day to day, from season to season.
Yet in all your changes you remain good and beautiful.
And I love you because you are good.
I desire you because you are beautiful.
I desire to posess you forever.
I desire you as the artist's desire of beautiful works.
I love you as the philospher's love of wisdom.
You are the beauty and the off spring of my mind.
And your beauty is more honorable to me than
My own body.
I love you in the physical.
I lover you as an individual.
I love you for your divine intelligence.
I love you with an Eros force.
I love you for your energy to find direct expression in my love
weither it be that of genital or that of art.
You are my masterpiece, I have created you as such
my everything...

To be continued...