Untitled 04 Poem by Ruby Diaz

I cannot help but think of the splendour of my Lady - Her warm caramel eyes and scarlet cheeks are enough warmth for me on frigid nights.

How I sigh for a loving embrace, to be held in Her arms and whisper softly that I cannot live without Her or Him any longer.

I deny myself over and countless more times the gift of Heaven that is simply to love. For by love it is that I work - by work I no longer revolve myself around worldly pleasures but virtue and truth under thy swooning gaze.

I am nothing if I am not for you, but if for you I am all, then I will live a life in which I am longer myself but a part of you.