Those Ardor Flames - Sonnet

Every dream is just a hold and bliss In its never done and always twinkling Those moments like glowing of fancy kiss That with their misty thoughts on is sprinkling Like dreams of night that soon comes again Giving their vows in their fullest vision Those meet any reality in their truest feign Without gasp of existing precision Like pulse that is falling or love breathing In its timeless passion and on going The warmth of its high or low down seething Those ardor flames in the eyes glowing Each heart this to hold and give of its way Like daybreak that comes with glimpse in ray