Those slender lines of crimson
That glisten both in twilight and sunshine.
Between the oceanic soul and the fistful world
Lies this chalice where love brims and overflows.
Where silence dwells as a resident
And happiness is a visitor, frequent.
Where even the breeze would pause,
For eternity, if given a choice.
Don't let it arch, ever,
This Scribbler's on a quest
To find the right words
To define this divine sign.