The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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you are the essence


@Uootem

you are the essence of perfection...
    with eyes that sparkle like diamond-laced stars
          arrayed on the velvet of the Elysium's dark hue
              into constellations that foretell the destiny
                    of such a foolishly romantic poet as I.

you are the essence of beauty...
    mimicking the sum and substance of your inner soul
          suggesting moments of absolute resplendency
              intimate moments only you can bequeath,
                    capturing the heart and mind of all that is within me.

you are the essence of excitement...
    soft flowing hair that plays catch with the breeze
          and reeks havoc on the fragile senses
              and condemning me to the eternal indenture
                    of love and the yearning for its renewal.

you are the essence of warmth...
    your smile lays waste to the melancholy coldness
          melting the snow from mountains and glaciers
              breathing new life into the passions of youth
                    and melting the heart that knows the bitterness of solitude.
 
you are the essence of desire...
    alluring lips that whisper words of love in the silence
          rose petal supple, seductive, pleasantly puzzling
              sweet as the dew on a sunrise-kissed dawn
                    providing promises like the periapt of a sorceress.

you are the essence of dreaming...
    the image seen dimly through the vapor-mist on the horizon
          a emanation that sets the spirit free to believe
              that nothing is as lucid as hope for tomorrow
                    but soon disappears in the light of day.

the need to experience the essence of you once more
    this my only plea... your love was the balm and solace to me
          delicate hands and graceful fingers... endowed with the wonder of your magic touch
              rapture and torment, exquisite and painful... granting, withholding the sensation of such
                    the fragile link we shared in acquaintance... more precious than the finest gold.

if the Fates had been somewhat kinder
I would still know the essence that is you.