Lovers touch upon my skin mingle;
softly visible by light of day and warm embrace by night to brighten burning,ÂÂ
Leaves a familiar tingle; with every tracing of minds eye thought of unexplained yearning.
Days pass as seconds in a mere blink or sigh; years blending into an intriguing flavor of surreal,
Sound in the distance faintly as the music plays; Call upon me my lover genteel.
To be only more perfectly matched of molding clay; into rationales and momentous underlying and descending,
Music fades to sighs and breaths; the symphony of the tomorrows eternally unending.
Not a misplaced step nor unturned stone; I have waited for you without hesitation,
Wistful and forever having known; what a beauteous dance of colliding memorization!
