To be with my true love, be at her side
The encounters of such rare affections.
What has made me love, eyes open wide
In eve, envious moon, pale reflections?
With you, to brush my hand upon your cheek
My sight, a precious viewing to the eyes.
More loving words, I would but fain to speak
Love's tongue, the voice of god's, such soft sweet sighs.
My heart beats quickly with feverous pulse
At just the thought of your most gentle touch.
Love for you so deeply, above all else,
A heart for you always, I know this much.
At long last, to be at your side my sweet
Such a peace for all time, when our hearts do meet.

05/10/2004

Posted on 03/26/2006
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