Purest Love

I saw her again sitting on the edge of my reality
Black olive eyes set faultless, staring at me deeply,
Peering darkly into my soul and cresting the waves
Of my heart to ride my soul and sit and stay
With her love, which crescendos loudly enough
To destroy my fears; and sufficiently she struck
Holy love upon the score of my bonds that have forever sought
Her eternal touch—her surreal embrace—her dauntless tsunami in full distraught
That flows effortlessly over the barrier walls to envelop me inside
The web of purest love—nearby the edge I saw her waiting astride.