Torquemada of the heart.
You tortured and tortured.
and teased and tormented.
but I loved you from the start,
for love is a funny thing,
and, in its complexities,
we are wrapped up in the pleasure,
and the pain that relationships bring,
and of the want and the need and the lust,
such a play is made in such a sensual way,
for we are upon the stage,
that such a relationship imparts,
for it is equal to both of us and in our equality,
we are both emotional beings,
and physical too,
for sexuality and sensuality,
how it inflames our passion,
and heightens them with such explosions and sparks.
Torquemada of the heart,
you and me,
are of a gentleness in the imagination,
that whips up such fervour in the love that we share,
for in nature,
there is a passion that lights up the world,
and that ravages our minds and our hearts.
Torquemada of the heart,
you are everything to me,
and I would never wish,
never wish to be alone without you,
for the world with you in it is a better place,
and with a vision of you in my eyes,
this dream,
this wonder,
it takes me to a higher plane,
wherefore thou art.
And all the words in the world,
could not describe such feelings,
but we have our emotions,
to write such things in the way that we act,
for in the magic of love,
and of the emotions,
and of the sensual arts,
how happy we are,
how happy we are,
in their glorious dance.