Loves fine mystery

There is a stillness in my beating heart
Yet, a sirens song about an invisible thing,
dipping between drops of rain where universes dwell.
An ebbing tide floating away into a mist,
Blowing a kiss, waving goodbye.
Loves fine mystery for better or worse,
its your veil that envelops me.
A manic crescendos flowing theme,
of a spiraling, depraved loss,
at the thunderous distance between us,
even as the sleepy pulse in her lovely neck
plays in the moonlight next to me in our bed.
Each graceful, reaching moment
bowing in solemn intensity to the next.
Immersed in the now, as her breath tickles my nose.
An eternity leaving its mark on me.
Loves fine mystery you hold the key,
to much happiness and doubt.
Like a rhyme sung without end,
leaving me in poetic plea.