The Poetry Of Hearts
Another stolen moment lost in time
And one more precious shortened interlude.
Again the taste of love's exquisite rhyme,
The poetry of hearts, refreshed, renewed.
Although you've gone your essence lingers still
And warms me with the sweetest memory,
Of love and our surrender to its will,
Of pleasures tinged with playful mystery.
The agony of untold hours alone
Is tempered by the love we shared last night,
And so the seeds of rapture surely sown
Must burst in fragrant blossoms of delight.
Sustained and patient, lest to miss the chance
For moments measured solely in romance.