A Lover's Hand

Tenderly written, the sacred words,
  created by a lover’s hand.
Whose writing is to breathe the fire,
  as only a lover can.

Quiet embers, fanned to flames;
  a lover’s words entwined.
Perfect tempo, ardent prose,
  become one sublime.

Disparaging admirers crush
  a lover to defeat.
Sacred words, tight embrace,
  in fear, a lover retreats.

A masterpiece, a work of art,
  created by a lover’s hand.
Once was perfect unison,
  now lover seeks to mend.

Quietly alone at night,
  a masterpiece at best;
A work of art, serene and dear,
  finished, put to rest.

Still the embers fan to flames,
  as a lover seeks to find;
Those sacred words and love,
  so truly elegant and divine.