My Dear Love, No pale flower, you. Without a word, you move me like beauty's scarlet bud in bloom. You've conquered my mind, your image a torrent of blissful fantasies that smite, unseen, my heart's hidden chords. Your melodious voice beckons in the night, a summoner of light that neither moon nor stars can answer thus. No torch upon the soul could ignite a fire to match this lover's flame. You're unreal as a dream yet life's full embodiment like a heartbeat in the womb. You're the essence of desire upon the dark, a fiery deluge bursting forth in my hungry soul, and I shall always love you.