Destiny and Desire

The sweetest flower in the fields of fate,
Serendipitous epiphanies of mutual desire,
A savior of the heart is never too late,
Embers rain down from the passionate pyre.

Heaven bestows a moment, time stands still,
Eternally lost in the depths of the heart,
Never again to feel solitude's loathsome chill,
Abandoning rationality from the fiery start.

Painting the body with a palette of soft kisses,
Intimate embraces rousing inadvertent tears,
The cherub's arrow flies true and never misses,
An acceptance of destiny and a loss of all fears.