Love is beauty and she sleeps
Surrounded by her Comforter
As Solomon sings,

Do not rouse or awaken love until it so desires

Some ignore His song laying treasures at her feet
Hovering over, holding out,
For something they do not receive
Unrequited longing slowly sighs & departs
Love laid in patience till she was released
To feel her passion bestowed
To feel her desire truly flow
Although she has been graced with love
She could not love them in return.
Was this a blessing or a curse?
Is love a gift or something reimbursed?
Her hair cascaded in confusing twirls
Reaching like vines for answers
Plush pillows whispered to her dreams
Words they’ve heard & believe…

From this slumber she shall wake,
With true love’s kiss, the spell shall break.”