Love passion

In love the sky can't be distinguished from the land.
It feels like perfect storm when one into another blend.
With you, my dear beauty, when you are around,
I am climbing to the sky and loosing sense of ground.

I don't care whether wings of love are from white dove or from the darkest night black Raven.
For better or for worse in earthly love we fly together straight to sevenths heaven!
I look at berries, ripened in your garden, hypnotized,
There is no worldly force to make me turn away my eyes.

I can't describe in neither poetry nor lean lowland of prose 
How's wonderful in bloom your blushing red, lust thirsty rose!
I want to breathe aroma of your flower, being love sunk,
And learn its taste inviting, teasing, sweet and drunk!

In element of water I was born, I know yet without use of divination fortune dice,
That heaven and the earth you are for me, with you I'll go to the Hell or Paradise!
You are the source of passion, which I feel, you are the magnet of my love desire.
The shackles of your charms I wear, break them not, regardless consequences dire.