Gentle touch, caressing my brow,
greeting the new fray,
her singular delay,
to me, she would her love endow.
Passion speaks and moves on, somehow,
chasing the next prey
in its capricious way,
faithful, faithless, as whims allow.
Love muses, silently, preparing
to hear the heart say,
"nothing shall repay,
this gift beyond all comparing."
Unopened eyes, luxurious touch,
searching to portray
the unique, to convey
such strong love, Time defers Death's clutch!