The window to my soul

I write for it brings me clarity.
What better to write about other than passion?
Of a burning fire and strong desire,
That is wrought together in the hearts of man?

My love for you is unyielding and strong.
It ignites my frozen bones with new life,
And it causes all wounds to fade away.
So of what else should I speak of?

The soft and tranquil brush of your fingers,
Cautiously caressing my fragile flesh
As softly and tenderly as if I were a new born babe.
So of what else should I ever desire?

Your eyes as deep as the caverns of time,
Offering unto me a window into my own soul.
I am consumed within and your love is my strength.
So of what shall I ever fear?

Never before have I felt such peace and assurance,
You have bestowed upon me everlasting joy.
To wake up next to you every day in the morning light...
No greater achievement could ever be more desired,
For my only wish of the future is spend each day of it with you.

What good are kisses?

What good is love if it is not for forever?
It merely becomes anguish when time is spent,
and it only leaves pain when it has left.

What good are kisses if it is not with a lover?
When the time is over they are regrets,
Which haunt memories with terrible furiosity.

So make love last forever,
And only kiss one,
Because quick romances are shallow,
But true love will bring happiness for a lifetime.

Ignite.

The first stanza might be used for another peom, because I am not comfortable with the transition.

"Ivory pettles and saphire sashes,
Cascading from heaven slowly and ardently.
Innocent laughter and tender caresses,
Mark a beginning but also an end.
Friends from afar and those held close,
All gathered 'round to eat and be merry,
For today the sorrow is vanguished
And tomorrow everlasting happiness rises.
For today the book turns its pages
And tomorrow a new chapter it writes.

"Ivory petals against an ebony sky,
Only to fall and be consumed by fire,
But this fire is only death to the petals,
And all other life is warmed with its intensity.
The same intensity with which a man loves,
Often taken for granted and misunderstood,
But steadfastly there and nonwitholding.
A kindred soul who goes beyond time,
Shelters his woman in his arms of solace,
And whom could never receive enough to be repaid for the joy he has bestowed upon her.

"The fire within his heart burns so intensly that it has relit the flame she had lost,
Now together they burn steadfast and brilliant,
And warm another until the day that one is extinguished to never burn again...
Then both shall be gone but his legacy will remain,
Due to the warming fires that their heart ignited along the way."