Cool currents caress
pebbles smooth...

So softly stroked as touch glides face
in Summer's breath and golden hue...

Please leadeth me and take me there
from martyrdom, to freedom where...

Essence resides in warming grace,
in passion's touch and trust's embrace...

Amiss in the swish of ivory taunts,
in moss stroked misery curling to haunt...

Waiting for romance to again begin,
to live inside the heart I adore...

No false attire or missed preconceptions,
Judgement acquired by fair means, at no cost...

Mirrored stares
in hourglass sighs...

Thoughts failing to find their freedom from...
yet peace skulks elusively inside my mind...

Saline sorrows slip freely down my face
on cheeks of confusion where fear remains...

Whispers swish to sway
and melt, as pain rescinds...

O lover! My lover! Our gallant fight is won,
old frowns have trodden every path, the truth we...