the muse - lyrical poem by jrqc - use of imagery and other elements

Your love vibrates in the waters of  my heart, 
play your music, your lullaby, 
and in your bosom let me rest, while you my darling, caress my head.
You, the pillars of my life, the golden cup, the laurel crown,
I, the slave of your love, the one who abandons his own,
the one who cannot exist without submerging his head in the goldens of your hair,
in the slumber of your tranquility, in the mountains of your breasts.

You my goddess, what am I to be without you?
a simple decaying soul that even the sun denies to shine upon,
you my calmness, who tames my enraged spirit for war, 
that cruel one that distorts the heart and the soul.

You the one I love with all my might,
the one I care during the blazing sun and starry nights,
you my sunrise sung by birds,
my sunset bathed in red and gold with a dagger that cannot hurt.

At the gallop of my beast my heart stirs,
beholding the wind as it gently caress the sun of your hair,
the whiteness of the moon is poured on you,
and I render myself to you, my love, to your embrace, to your rivers and mountains.
and from your immaculate body I myself embriagate. 

written by jrqc