Love... The Pisces Way.

Is the dream of love
More exquisite than reality’s hard earth
That an ocean’s soft wave more a romantic hearing
Than love which is a ruling to civility
And… Are you this dependent swim
This illusive angel fish, which drowns in emotion
So that you then drift in such water’s paradise
Love is an all-colour experience
In mists and swirls of escapist and luminous soap
That bubble-baths imagination
Till each bubble is a floating ball of dream’s high
To float you into a longest loved sleep

Is this an ideal, this feeling of sweet romance
That you lie, with eyes closed
To a noisy world of brittle inconvenience
To see the bird of paradise, on fluttering wing
As it enjoys you to an act of softest touch
For you are the director of your passion’s play
That imagination is your partner to this event
And so you play out the role
Unsure of reality or that this dream is real

Do you yearn for sweet demonstration
That a love lays a velvet glove to your heart
And, in light touch, induces you to inspired pleasure
Oh, to this dear act, this passion’s play
Which brings a dream’s intelligence to centre-stage
So a water’s perfume anoints
And this precious scent becomes the drug’s addiction
And then, are you in dependency
Of sweet Pisces love.