T'was a fleeting second, within time's shifting sand,
When first as lovers met, and touched upon your hand,
You were but a fantasy, vision in my mind,
When commenced my journey, not knowing what I'd find,
Then I saw an angel, enraptured by her charms,
I slowly rose to greet you, took you in my arms,
I'd never seen such beauty, touched such loveliness,
How I longed to taste your lips, feel your soft caress,
I sought sensual treasures, of your goddess kiss,
In light of scented candles, consumed by passion's bliss,
T'was but a fleeting second, when found what Byron meant,
"She walks in beauty like the night," and I was heaven sent.
I was but a prisoner, begging to be free,
In love's fleeting second, was freed eternally.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 08-26-99).]