THE GOSPEL OF LOVE TO SLEEPING LADY

For your love, I'm a grammarian---
I create a sync of syntax,
a grammar of giant affections
to lay bare my mind; an error-free
grammar, to make our love
blunder-free.

For you, I'm a phonologist---
my lyrical mouth blows
the horns of sacred-sensual
sounds, to awaken our sleeping love.

For your heart, I engage in
semantic analyses---
let my words become a
vehement vehicle that c
a labyrinth of meanings, to
your heart's succulent sanctuary.

For your love, I'm a stylist---
let me device stunning styles
on scholarship's pages,
having the saintly savannah
of your frame, as my muse.

For you, I'm a morphologist---
let me form and find,
the morphemes of life
looking at your magical eyes.

For your heart, I'm a linguist---
let me use my polyglot prowess,
to communicate my love,
even with lark's language.

This is my lush gospel
that lusts for your love.