She Treads Softly

Can I conjure a real woman of my choice?
from the black thirsty dark clouds to melt and rain
make her flow to my whim's incredulity
play each tarot figure to my divine will
as I create my simple sonnet to personify
the dark adventures of my mind to rhyme
fall for each memoir that plague my desires,
Let me feel the lust to enter this haven
touched by zeal and passion for earthly love
to discover charm, reach beyond our soul
eager to evolve with the truth in our longing
see it grow unhampered: steadily to our joy.

Can black magic provoking celestial fusion?
when the one I adore changes by the day.