He had the softest hands
I swear i'd ever felt,
The brownest of all eyes
That made my own just melt.
With passioned lust leading us
Our desires came undone,
And in the darkness of the night
Our bodies moved as one.
Days grew into weeks
Then came the thought of you,
well at first it sure did scare me
and i wished it was untrue.
But then i felt a flutter
Echoeing deep inside,
It synced straight to my heartbeat
And erased the tears i'd cried.
I didn't think it possible
To love someone i'd never met
But i knew already i'd die for you;
Give up everything without regret.
I'd waited with anticipation
Dreaming of what you'd be like;
your laugh, your eyes, your dimpled cheeks,
Would we be anything alike?
But just as i'd felt you flutter
On that warm summers day
In the darkness of the night,
I felt you slip away.
Inside this exterior, over which the eye might have roved there was the record of a pulsing life, which had learnt too well for its years – Thomas Har