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A ROMANTIC'S PASSION
The Tenth Muse
Copyright © 2011 Valentinno
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Chapter One BOOK I – ROMANCE
The Blood of Life
She was born from the fortunate womb of
mother earth. It was the day when love's
inevitable assault struck my heart with a
piercing arrow. Where Cupid's hands veiled
in flames, first strung up his bow.
She is the breath of life, the breath I inhale,
the air I hold in and never breathe out. The
greatest good of this world is the greatest
good to come. Bound with a greater chain of
I shall come for hire before her like a
celestial dove, perched upon the branches of
heaven. To hold her close in love's sweet
nest. I among her am the immortal pilot of
Where her eyes are the passageway of
steady rays filtered through the windows of
my impassioned soul. Where every fallen
angel who only bares one wing she takes up
in arms and lifts them toward the sky.
Her loveliness is but the beginning where
the beginning has no end and her loveliness
is perfection. She is of infinite providence,
God sent in an image of a mortal woman.
But yet in the form of a venerable spirit.
Love's Sweet Delight
The great luminaries of Apollo that cast
down from high balcony falls glistening
upon my sovereign mistress. Thessaly
waves sail upon the ocean's glory below a
smoldering sun colored in the fires of
If I can not go forward into the flames of her
burning heart. I'd prefer the beloved
torments of death to give me battle. She is
the fragrance of love, perfuming every
breath of fresh air that lingers as sweet as a
Her lips against mine comfort me in her
mansion of destiny as the ardent light of
dawn draws her deeper into my inner being.
From her spirit body to all her wondrous
She is the handiwork of paradise that
moves between the mastery of time and
space. Her treasure provides the sacred
strand within clouds of virtue.
She creates life everlasting from clouds that
stand unshaken. God is governed by her
beauty and has ordained her to soar above
Because she is heir to his throne. Her
radiance is of all languages, all speech and
all religions. She changes the winds of time
and unchains all ethereal melodies until they
Her sweetness is an open gift from God as it
is an open gift to the pleasure eye of man. I
am the Nightingale of paradise, the master
of the mother tongue.
Where wondrous expressions are penned in
such holy verses about her unfaltering
beauty to the sense of sight. Her sweet air
beyond a mortal flame kindles within its
Blowing out the candle of wishing stars
upon their dim glow. O' come dear saint!
Come as the burning lamp of light, and
guide me on the homeward path of the
unending love of our hearts.
The Firmaments of Heaven
It was light and darkness and he who called
the land and the seas for his maker, became
the third day. She was given to shine upon
this earth. The Lord dressed her face with
So rich through my heart Ethiopia is honored
that she is her fortune. Where every votive
candle burns for love within her eyes. My lady
of eternal providence, O' how I will set my
place from the moon to the stars.
From hers to mine, between ours and the
heavens. I will create islands out of a grain of
sand, divide countries and their people and serve
her the kingdom of Babylon before our Father.
I will build a tabernacle in her name and give my
heart to the living lights of love with palaces full.
She is love's calling from God, a vision of the true
comings of such sweet splendor.
The Continents of My Heart
Within heaven's heart bares an angel's soul,
will stand between the white and gold, or
the mortal eye below. To tell the grace
of God to name the brightest star in the face
of more than human beauty in her name.
Living hurts to die without her blessed days
of love. For she lives where stars are sewn
into the city of cobalt blue. Singing orchards
whistle a tune without the sound of words.
Deaf men learn her song without a beat but a
drummer boy within. Her smile could dream
the oceans dry and feed upon the air through
spirits that play hide and seek in the wind.
My dying arms cradle her civil wars as a
patriot of love. For her soul is flown above
the continents of my heart. For her beauty is
the only one worthy of heaven. She
completes me by what is most treasured
The Holiest Right Of The Soul
Dreams! Visions! Images! Of love, keeping a
record of eternity. My sound in sweetness,
her light wings born of divinity shall lead
empires with the golden fire of the moon.
She turns darkness into an enlightening
presence with the full dimension of the
communion of life. She answers in all
tongues of the higher plane, enthroned over
the father of all men.
Counselors of the glorious sheath will find
her robed in sublimity. Kings express their
thanks giving in prayer; raised among
powerful ministries greater over all the
She shines with brilliancy and transforms
into a single entity of beauty, an unchanging
Goddess of paradise. For she is everywhere,
in every time and place, involved in every
moment of my heart.
Heaven Folds Her Miracles
Her sweet seasons enlighten the days and
the months of every new moon. Where
sweet love baptized governs a glorious
province. God has filled out her years with
every true form of beauty.
Before every auspicious star that took shape
of her lovely eyes. I long to gaze upon their
brightness which is given by the lamp of
Diana where she illuminates the celestial
spheres of the Queen of Heaven.
Breath blooms into the flowering shades of
glory. My beloved! Rise beyond this
earth with your golden wings. The wings
that angels were never beautiful enough
to receive but she.
A Thousand Suns of Nirvana
She shields my soul and raises the torch of
love. For her heart lifts me on all other paths
and beyond. Submerged in boundless desire
which shines among the ministries of my heart's
Where the burning arrows of the flesh never
miss their mark. She beholds a rich
brilliance sheltered by loves armor. Where her
angelic eyes glow from the heaping coals of fire
embodied in a globe of flames.
O' blessed in the names of her beauty. The
central Burn in the third degree of grace. Shall
strengthen the joining link between Nox and the
stars and seeks the true teachings of the sky.
She Is The Light Of My World
Heaven is just behind that door and within
that door an angel patiently awaits, and
every knock at my heart shall be opened.
She is my saint to be held on earth in my
For those who think of her, know of her
kindly spirit that dwells in tribute and shall
be blessed by a sparring of holy words. Her
ways are sublime and she invites all things
She as angelical has made a tabernacle of
the world. Where the winds are her chariot
and the air of love is our power. That will
quench our bodies in the sanctified waters of
The material horizon will be poured on the
sweet springs of life. Where prayers of
praise in the benign light of the world will
be the eternal speaker of the stars.
The Blessed and the Beautiful
One prayer had rest the Lord on the opening
of his holy assembly, her generous ways of
love rescues me in all delight of the blessed
and the beautiful.
Focusing my gaze upon her. That glows like
her face is rimmed in gold rising to the
setting of the covering clouds in herds of
sun. Everlasting in our benevolent hearts to
embrace all the world in the wonders of her
I profit in her grandeur by heaven's law.
Pillars of fire melt me, she will overcome all
kingdoms and let her spirit show.
Within its warmth, grace and beauty in its
power divine. For this enchanted bliss
returns to the sky, a famed tower to stand
upon us, a heaven of heavens.
A sacred space in the world that is written in
the scriptures of time and speaks about the
unity of her blessed beauty and the Lord.
The Taste of Eden on Her Lips
I shall plead this as content that brings
such happiness, but worlds of passion that
burn from within her soul making ecstasy
unreal. Forbidden as the taste of Eden on her
Till my dreams explode into her globes of
paradise. Forgive me for I am the gentle
lover to her deliciousness. Let me take her in
nature's way to explore each petal of her
To seed each blossom in ways no one has
bloomed. Paradise has time to serve us both,
for I am the giver to her needs. Let my
hands be the player of her keys, to bare the
fullest music of her heart.
To sip the nectar from within its most
passion flower. Let me be as if to touch her
in the corridors of her most sacred chapels.
Climb her temple steps into the hills of her
holy ground. Lose my lips in findings
unknown to taste her naked soul.
Follow the Way of Love
Her lovely eyes that see me shall more
behold me closer and watch over me
stretched out from a city of angels. She shall
seize the heavens in her twilight and
command the Lord's day to rise with the
Her beauty is a beauty made beautiful. To
see as mortal men see, one could die before
their time by gazing upon such magnificence.
But she opened her lips against me and
delivered me out of flesh and blood.
Which once fashioned my earthly soul
and turned me into a Sultan. Where now
the province of our hearts will follow the
way of love for eternity.
Angels forfeit their immortality just to feel
the seasons change whenever she takes a
breath. She is a gift of pure radiance that
will empower the crowning city of Utopia
behind the holy veil of the exalted heart.
Deepest Is Her Eyes
A briny deep of ink in a single drop
trembling at the tip of my pen, poised above
the golden leaves of old parchment. Deeper
than the stroke of rouge opera with a touch
of sable in her eyes. With a love just as
passionate as when my heart first penned it.
How simple a rose has risen for her to
bloom, vows my blossoms, prays to tell,
forever more within her flower. Days live
within her, for suns to see, moons reply,
where angels ride chariots of heaven unto
me. To love the hand that holds my heart
within loving seas that rest within her
Towers of Ivory Clouds
She is above all the earth and turns the
treasure of time into a beautiful and lasting
world. She sweetly stirs Zion's grove in
testimony in all heights of its highest good.
The sum of all light stands mind for in the
mind. She rises in brilliance like the perfect
dawn. Her love's impression of the hand
absorbs her life experiences in paradise with
She is enthroned upon the hills of ivory
clouds in the assembly of all praise, worthy
hosts of heaven. A kingdom bestowed upon
her in the world of the matrix. A love which
glides with the wings of faithfulness, above
the sublime prisms in her eyes.
As the sun from her face shines above the
horizon and burns brightly upon the
firmaments before the temple she has risen
Light of Passion
A holy kiss laid bare before my lips guides
the light of passion before the birth of
stars that illustrates the arts and
people of the world. Guarding the journals
of my heart in a celestial precinct.
The realm beyond is a path of pilgrimage
leading all human spirits to her holy place
that brings harmony to the universe. Where
seas of blue praise the sky and every kiss
seeks its blessing upon her cheek.
Angels bear witness to her beauty and
follow the glory of God. She was designed
from the essence of love. Glorified be her with
sacred and fortunate melodies, the
messenger has revealed her alluring charms.
Even if heaven and earth had raised their
swords against me to give me exile, I'd fight
flame to fire 'cause paradise is here with her.
She preaches from the good book of passion,
but my dear love makes her eyes desire
more deeply than what is published on
paper. Her exemplar evolves and grows
brighter and is the candle of this earth.
When I read her holy dialogues, they are
talking to me, they are talking about me. A
book that has been the inward masterpiece
of my heart long before her pen ever
inked a page.
Her letters to me are like looking at scarlet
roses through Victorian windows. Following
a pathway on a spiritual scale, composing a
beloved symphony. Delivered by an
orchestra of principalities.
Where destiny will give her wings she
flies above the stars. Where the soft gaze
into her soul is her eventide. And her heart's
fill is the drink of love from the fountain of
the utopian seas.
Her Silk Roads of Heaven
She is a beautiful vision of God, where the
Empyrean orb will scatter the stars about the
heavens until the darkness retires and it's
time to return at dawn.
She has never walked upon the shadows of
this earth and set her feet upon its shades of
living color. Only above the ivory towers of
Elysium have the imprints of her amorous
wings been discovered in the white wonders
of the clouds.
The beauty that decorates her eyes turns
toward her face with a modest gaze.
Enthroned in sudden splendor towering the
crown of her noble heart upon the skies of
Loving prayers holds her at grace, glorious
as the adorn light blessing the sacred
womb that brought such beauty into this
Beauty Is She
Her soft rose petal lips, a sea of deep blue
eyes with waves of brunet hair with the
face of an angel, brings heaven and earth
together within the galleries of her beauty.
She gets more radiant with every new sun.
The essence of her divinity comes from the
highest agency of paradise. To behold her
every flowering blossom that possesses an
immortal order of nature in the image of
She is everything that you see in the world,
a love inspiring woman, blessed with the
formula for creating perfection. She shows
herself in the vision of all shapes and forms.
The earth awakens, opens its eyes and
sees the future. The birth of a new
temple arises and a prodigal daughter
descends. A thousand times as lovely as the
light of heaven
The Summits of Paradise
Heaven hears her angelic voice, the sound
of sweetness plays the keys to my
heart in sweet melodies. Her youth of
beauty is the envy of the pale and ill-favored
mothers of all women.
The Lord fashions dress her lovely face
with mild dimples. Her smile glistens in
rays of sunshine and the benign light of
every bright angel. She says nothing but
with the sparkle of her eyes.
O' how her love unveiled the treasures of
time and the air of holy breath stems into a
blossoming rose below the daystar of
earthly wonder. Ascending to the
horizons of glory from the world to the
summits of paradise.
Her praiseworthy pleasures are governed by
her spirit and will rule as a Queen among the
crown of Elysium's ancestors. She is the
candle that burns in the wind and gives light
to every moon.
My Sacred Heart
My lady, O' my sacred heart once again
Eros lifted his bow in secrecy and graced me
with love's sweet wounds. A pain so gentle I
could love her a thousand years in one day.
Her beauty is so great a power it could
distribute the stars into the twinkling eyes of
all passion's lovers. For the eternal essence of her
loveliness did he send every arrow forth.
From yesterday, to today and forever by
love's first crusade.
The hands of God take heaven up in her
arms, possessing an immortal soul of
divinity. High upon the mountains of every
ivory plain an angel in the state of true
glory, pure and holy in which the light has
never before been so blessed.
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