Little Clove - Amanda A. Arcieri

A flower, so pure-
So innocently sweet,
Awakens the senses;
Quickens the heart's beat.

A deep blue sea
Stirs with passion-
My soul, my being
Drown in waves, crashing,

That by your spirit
Rise yet higher,
And in their embrace,
Serve to inspire

Angelic treasures:
Latent, but ever present;
Quiet, yet ever watchful
For your smile, so pleasant.