Soft summer breeze
Whispers in the night
When souls take wing
And dance loves flight

To taste the fruit
Forbidden, where
No love before
Was offered there

Ethereal
In its happenstace
Lightens pain
Gives love a chance

As blossoms scent
The sweet bouquet
While lovers meet
In souls array

Embraced in full
Emersed, entwind
Leaving earthly pain
Behind

As coupled in
A new creation
Giving birth
To loves elation

No guilts of sin
To there belong
As echoed passions sing
Windsong

*flights of fancy, are as intrinsic to the well being of the soul......as nurturing love, is to the heart.
my love.....always.....k